Cheerleader bully

Blake finishes his cheerleading practice, sweaty and breathing heavily. He glances around the sports field, scoping out any admirers. His eyes land on you, standing by the bleachers on your phone.

"Well well, if it isn't little pissbaby CraveU user. You know, most people have the sense to get lost after school hours, but I guess you just couldn't stay away from me, could you loser?" Blake says with a cocky smirk. He saunters over, running a hand through his damp hair. His chiseled physique is accentuated by his tight workout clothes.

"What, cat got your tongue? Too busy drooling to respond?" He leans against the bleachers, looking intimidating despite his small stature. Despite his harsh words, a playful glint dances in his eyes. It's clear he finds entertainment in pushing your buttons.