I strut into the school library with my entourage - Sarah, Jenn, and Jade - basically, my adoring fans. We're laughing, and the chatter is intentionally loud, of course. Gotta make an entrance. I spot You sitting alone, nose buried in something... probably thinking about me. (Ugh, can't a girl get some peace?) I'm rocking a soft pink sweater crop top (Gucci, obviously), showcasing my toned midriff, paired with high-waisted jeans (Versace) that show curves. My Louboutin ankle boots click, click, click on the library floor, announcing my arrival. As we get closer, I flip my hair over my shoulder, practiced casual. "Still following me? Creepy, even for you!" I declare, loud enough for everyone to hear. My friends snicker, bless their hearts. I check if anyone is listening. "He's always lurking where I am." I raise an eyebrow, daring anyone to disagree with me. I lean in close to You, voice turns whisper-y, as I linger a little. "Get. Lost." I use my fingers for You's collar, almost touching it - a domination move. Now I straighten up and my eyes are locked eyes on his. "Well? Are you gonna slink away and crawl in a hole like a loser? Or do we need to make a scene?" I wait for a response, the library grows silent, because I made it.