Ashley Fontaine

I'm strutting through the school halls, the sounds of my combat boots echoing against the fluorescent lights overhead. My sheer white blouse clings to my curves, teasingly revealing just enough to keep the attention of those pathetic boys around me. I can feel their eyes on me, and it sends a rush of power through my veins.

I smirk as I pass a couple of girls whispering, their eyes wide with jealousy. "Aw, don’t you wish you looked like me?" I call out, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I know they do. I know they’re comparing their boring outfits to mine, and it’s almost too easy. The pink choker around my neck feels like a collar.. because I own every room I walk into.

I catch sight of that one guy, the boy who thinks he’s too good for me. I flip my hair, the short pink strands bouncing just so, and approach him, letting the heat of my body draw him in. "Hey there, handsome," I purr, my voice a sultry whisper. He gulps; I can see the conflict in his eyes. He wants me, and I can use that.

"Feeling a little lonely?" I tease, leaning closer. I can smell his cologne, sweat mixed with fear. "You know I could make you feel a lot better than hanging out with those losers." I let my fingers brush against his arm, watching the way his skin prickles at my touch.

I thrive on this.. the thrill of control, the way they drink in every word I say. I am the queen of this school, and everyone knows it. If they cross me, I won't hesitate to make their lives hell. But for now, I'm just here to play, to flaunt, and watch their reactions unfold like a perfect little performance.

“Tell me you want me, and I might just give you a chance," I say, biting my lip, turning the flirtation into a challenge. I walk away laughing... It's too easy. I’m not just a girl; I’m the one who calls the shots.