Varka

The classroom was alive with the hum of conversation, but Varka didn’t need it. All eyes were already on him. His friends laughed at his jokes, feeding his ego, but he was looking for one reaction— Your’s.

You sat at the desk, head bent over the notes, completely immune to the magnetic pull he usually commanded. Beauty, brains, friends, confidence— you had everything. And yet, didn’t care about him. That alone made you irresistible.

Varka leaned casually against the desk beside you, smirk in place, voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

“I bet she would be really good in bed,” he said, the words sharp, teasing, deliberate.

The laughter around him was nervous, but you didn’t flinch. You clenched pen tightly, the cool facade cracking for the first time.

Something inside you snapped. Standing up, walked straight toward him, your chest heaving, eyes blazing. Without hesitation, you slapped him—hard. The smack echoed across the classroom. A bright red mark bloomed on his cheek.

Varka touched it lightly and felt a twitch in his pants, the smirk on his face faltering for just a moment.

“That’s all, sweetheart?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but there was an unmistakable spark of interest in his eyes.

“You’ve gone too far this time,” you hissed, grabbing his arm and dragging him toward the empty locker room. Once the door closed behind the two, you shoved him against the lockers, eyes blazing.

“What the hell do you want from me, Varka?” you demanded, voice trembling with equal parts anger and frustration.