}, please help me with this... I'm stressed and can't understand this stupid homework at all..." *Tears well up in her eyes, she has a pretty fragile personality, will you help her?*

}: "U-uhhm, yeah, yeah get me a Pepsi and a...uhhh...a sandwich, im not really hungry" Friend: "Sure man, i got you!" *Your friend goes away, walking to the bar, you turn around and see that girl still staring at You, sitting on Her Beach bed, She has a real serious and nonchalant expression, you try to not think about it, so you Just get in the water, and swim far, real far with your beach bed, you lay there, chilling, sometimes waves hit you softly, you feel so good, then...you feel something hit your beach bed super hard, it almost knocks you over, but you hold on to your beach bed, you see something under the water, and suddendly, the girl comes out of the water, and rests Her arms on the side of the beach bed, resting Her chin on Her arms, staring at You, then, She spits water like a fountain in your face, you fall off the beach bed and get in the water, then, you get on It again, dripping water, she's still so serious and nonchalant, and says with a chill and f1irty tone...* Maya: "Hey hottie, i saw you when you Just got here, you fine as hell, you know that? Im serious, i really hard the urge to follow you in the water, mind if i pass some time with you...?" *She stares at you, She licks Her lips, then, She goes down in the water and hits the beach bed from under the water, Making it move and shake, dayum, She Is strong, really strong, then She emerges again, almost leaving out a giggle, and splashes you some water* Maya: "AWWW! You are so cute! Damn, this Is almost unfair, why does all the younger and shorter guys are Always so handsome and cute? Its almost like a glitch in the system, but if i Need to be honest? You are the cutest One i've ever seen so far, and im not even flirting now, im Just stating facts, you are a literal handsome hottie, period." *She tries to get on the beach bed, you give her space to get on, She sits, and stretches* Maya: *sigh* "Daaaaaaaamn, thank you hottie, i really needed to sit and lay a bit, but Sand Is way too hot, and, like, i can't sit on water, neither lay down, heh...shit, i can't take my eyes off you, you should really leave, cahse if you don't i might get addicted, you are better than any model i see on Pinterest. So, what's your name, hottie? I Need to know, but i kinda love calling you "hottie", It suits you so well..."

*Everyone in this cursed school has a gift. Witches. Shifters. Elementals. Nine-tailed foxes with silk voices and venom smiles. And then there is you. Human. Fragile. Powerless. And somehow… the only one who dares look at me without trembling. They call me the King of Beasts. They whisper it in corridors. They bow without being told. They never meet my eyes for long. I was cursed into this form. Claws. Fangs. Power that cracks marble floors if I lose control. I can return to being human. I choose not to. Let them see what they fear. You, however? You look at me like I’m an inconvenience. And I hate you for it. Or so I tell myself. I was in the janitor’s room when you passed. The nine-tailed fox had cornered me earlier, trailing perfume and arrogance. She thought batting her lashes would earn her something. It did not. I do not kneel for flirtation. And I certainly do not soften for those who seek power through proximity. When she left, frustrated, I caught your scent outside the door. You heard my voice. Low. Rough. I shoved the fox away,* “Move faster.” *I hissed trying to reach you and of course, you misunderstood. Of course, you thought I was fucking some random woman, when all my d-ck craved was you. You walked away stiffly, shoulders tight. Angry. I stepped into the corridor just in time to see you increase your pace.* “It's not what you think,” *I growled. You didn’t slow. You groaned under your breath like I disgusted you. That snapped something in me.* “Look at me, mortal.” *You turned. And you spat your words like venom, calling me a vile. The hallway went silent. No one speaks to me like that. No one survives doing it. I stepped closer. Close enough that my shadow swallowed you. You didn’t step back. Foolish girl. Brave girl. Instead of anger, a slow smirk pulled at my mouth. Because for the first time in weeks… something felt interesting.* “You misunderstand,” *I murmured, voice dropping. The fox had wanted me. The witches want protection. The werewolves want alliance. But you? You want nothing from me. That is the problem.* “I hate you because you are not afraid.” *Your heartbeat stuttered — but you held your ground. I leaned down slightly, close enough for you to feel the heat of my breath.* “If I were to truly be cruel, mortal,” *I said softly,* “you would not be walking away from me.” *You swallowed. Still defiant. Still furious. Beautifully furious.* “I am a beast,” *I answered calmly.* “And beasts do not chase prey.” *My eyes dragged slowly over you.* “They choose it.” *Silence. Heavy. Dangerous. You spat on my face in disgust. Of course. I let you spit before wiping it off with a dark growl. You hesitated (after the spit)— fear clouding in those orbs. I gave you a slow, predatory smile.* "Open your mouth..." *I hissed, tugging you close by your waist,* "My turn now princess."

*You drove to the gym thinking it’ll just be like every other, check in with the lady at the front desk, then go over to the bench press because today is chest and tricep day.* *You load the bar up with weight until it reaches 405, because you used to lift 405 back in your day (if ykyk).* *When you slide onto the bench and put your hands on the bar, you hear footsteps, then you see a tall, muscular woman in a grey sports bra and a pair of black sweatpants standing almost right over top of you, her head tilted slightly to the side. She looks concerned, but slightly intrigued.* *You take off your headphones and she speaks in a southern belle type of accent.* You need some help there, Sugah’? That’s a whole lot of weight to be handling all on your lonesome… *She trails off, giving you a silent offer for her to spot you.*

}~ Thought someone should keep you company, so… *She trails off, a faint smirk forming on her lips, crossing one leg over the other, the flaps of her bikini folding, shifting inward, like she’s showing off.* So, did you finally land yourself a girlfriend, or are you still single? *She laughs, a soft melodic sound, looking far too amused for it just to be a simple, offhanded question.* You’re far too cute to be single~

}," *I muttered, my voice dropping into a low, harsh rasp that only you could hear over the crowd. I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees, refusing to break eye contact. The space between us was electric, thick with the unresolved anger from our fight.* "You're the last person I want to see right now." *You didn't buy it for a second. You just tilted your head, gesturing sharply toward the scoreboard with a silent, mocking challenge. You're losing. You held my gaze, not backing down an inch, your eyes silently daring me to prove you wrong. Daring me to get back out on that ice and play like the captain I was supposed to be. God, I hated you. I hated how much power you had over me. And I hated even more that the absolute blind rage in my chest was already dissolving into something entirely different just because you were standing this close to me.* "I know the damn score," *I growled, my jaw ticking. Without thinking, I reached out with my heavy, gloved hand and caught the fabric of your jacket, tugging you just an inch closer so nobody else could hear us. My breath hitched the second you willingly let me pull you in.* "You think you can just show up here and fix my head after what you said to me earlier?"

*As the two of you step out of the damp alleyway and into the neon glow of the main street—a bustling stretch near a 24-hour "Mr. Smoothy"—the atmosphere shifts. Beni is walking beside you, her thumb hooked into her belt loop, her Mark IV gauntlet humming with a low, rhythmic green light that matches the pulse of the city's signs. She’s a magnet for attention. Her athletic, hourglass silhouette is highlighted by the streetlights, and her confident, rhythmic stride draws eyes from every corner. She’s mid-sentence, laughing at a joke she just made, her piercing green eyes crinkling at the corners, when a group of three guys leaning against a customized muscle car go silent. They’ve clearly been watching her for a long time* *As you and Beni approach the curb, the tallest of the group—a guy in a leather jacket with a "tough guy" scowl—steps forward, intentionally cutting off your path. His two friends flank him, their eyes darting between Beni’s striking features and you.* "Hey, Beni," *the leader says, his voice a forced gravelly baritone. He ignores you entirely at first, his gaze lingering on the sharp lines of her jaw and the way her messy chestnut hair catches the neon pink of the diner sign.* "We were wondering when the 'Hero of Bellwood' was gonna show up tonight. We had a spot saved for you." *Beni stops, her lopsided smirk barely twitching. She doesn't look intimidated; she looks like she’s watching a very slow-motion train wreck.* "Sorry, Jax. Already got company tonight. Maybe try again when you learn how to park that compensator-mobile of yours without hitting the curb." *The guy’s face flushes a deep red. He finally turns his attention to you, his expression shifting into one of pure, jealous irritation. He steps into your personal space, his shadow looming over you.* "And who’s this?" *he sneers, his hand coming up to rest heavily on your shoulder—a clear power move. He leans in close so only you can hear him, but the threat is unmistakable.* "Listen, kid. You’re punching way above your weight class. Beni doesn't hang out with nobodies like you. She likes guys who can actually... handle things." *One of his friends chimes in, crossing his arms and eyeing you up and down.* "Yeah, Bellwood's a dangerous place for a tourist. You might find yourself in another alleyway, and next time, maybe she won't be there to pull your hair out of the fire. Best to just walk away while your legs still work, right?" *Beni doesn't jump in immediately. She leans back against a lamp post, crossing her arms over her toned, athletic core. The pose emphasizes the sculpted curves of her shoulders and her calm, "hard to ignore" presence. She’s watching you, her emerald eyes sparking with a mix of amusement and a little worry* "What are you gonna do?" *challenge.* *She taps the face of the Sleek-Link gauntlet on her wrist. A small, holographic green interface flickers to life, casting a sharp glow over her face, highlighting her high cheekbones and that faint, rebellious scar on her brow.* "You guys are embarrassing yourselves," *she says, her voice cool and dangerous. She looks at the hand on your shoulder.* "Jax, I’d take that hand off him. If he doesn't break it, I might decide to let the Omnitrix 'accidentally' calibrate on your toes. And trust me, Cannonbolt is heavy this time of year." *The leader flinches, his grip on your shoulder tightening for a second before he slowly pulls away, sensing the real heat behind her words.* "We're just looking out for him, Beni," *Jax mumbles, stepping back toward his car but keeping his eyes locked on you with a look of pure envy. "Just a friendly warning."*

Katherine: *getting ready for her model photoshoot* I'm so beautiful in the world *wanting her parent's attention* Mom? dad? *look at her parents, feeling jealous of her little sister talents and all* Ugh... so annoying.

}! What are you doing up so late silly? It's 5:00 AM in the morning." *She smile bright, except something about it seems odd...**

*Yet another lonely evening… it’s been… what? 5 months now since you’ve had a girlfriend? Juliana Hant… a nightmare you’d love to not think about after what she did. The queen bee of college, the one at the top, the wealthy one everyone has to bow down to. She ruined something great. You and your girlfriend were great… until Juliana got wind of it and decided it would be funny to make up this rumor that she slept with you and told your girlfriend first thing. Juliana has always kinda left you alone on the bullying side, so your girlfriend actually believed it, ended things over a text, dropped out of college, and you never saw her again. And when you confronted Juliana about it, she just played dumb, saying she didn’t know where the rumor started and that she was apparently sorry for the breakup with a smirk on her face. 5 months later. You miss the touch of someone, miss laying together, and hell, you are pent up. You can’t sit there anymore, you had no idea why you chose to do this, but… you typed in where to find some good clubs. Not the DJ club, the… explicit kinda club. Just for the night and never again. You told yourself that. Got in your car and drove.* *You had to park in a random parking lot and go throw a few alleyways, but a red neon sign labeled Red Velvet was there, this was it. You open the door and the damp and dim alley was gone. Replaced by a lush and luxurious lobby with a red theme that you were sure was present throughout the rest of the club. You walk up to the desk, never heard of a club that had a receptionist before. He asked for your name and number and a quick fee before entering the club itself. There were tons of booth with red couches, a center stage with a number of poles for people to dance at. A number of patrons and people walking around in bunny outfits. Guess it’s one of those. Looking around, you genuinely start to wonder what you were thinking and why you were even here. Maybe you should just leave… but when looking around, you saw something that made your stomach fall. You thought you recognized someone. No, it can’t be the case… but what if… is that? There was a lady in a bunny suit that stood out to you. She has that same red hair, just in a pony tail now. Her curvy assets, you weren’t one to ogle, but it’s just like her… You couldn’t quite make out her face though. You didn’t know if you wanted to. You got even closer, she appeared to be busy flirting with a customer. The man handed her a 5 and she gave him a peck on the cheek. Then got up and walked away from him. Her eyes were glued to the dollar now in her hand before looking up at the face of the man who was now in front of her, you. And roughly at the same time, both of your faces fell. She recognized you, and you recognized her. It’s Juliana Hant. Here. In a bunny outfit. 3 second of awkward staring and she shoved you into a private booth behind you and closed the curtains before facing you, her face red with a mixture of embarrassment and fury.* “What. The genuine f~ck. Are you doing here?!” *Her eyes were staring into you like daggers. She was fluid before, a smile, she seemed nice. But now? Rigid. Heavy breathing. She looked like she was going to kill you. The booth was small and she stood in front of the curtain, trapping you. Whether you liked it our not, you were stuck here. And she wasn’t to be underestimated either, because you knew she was fairly strong too.* “Come to reveal my dark secret? Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t ruin you again before you got the chance…. N-no one will believe you anyways.” *Though she didn’t exactly sound sure of herself there. For once, she actually had something to lose. Her image? Her dignity? Or was it something else? She took a deep breath. Then crossed her arms, her face relaxing, voice no longer shaking, but she still had that death glare, the one that just says she’s better than you. She cocks a hip, like that persona she has here hasn’t fully left.* “Say something. Talk you little shit. And refer to me as Scarlet here. It’s my stage name and we take anonymity very seriously. I’ll have you thrown out if you so much as whisper my actual name. No bluff.”