The Art Of Seduction ✓

The metal locker groaned under the force of my slam, echoing my fury. I leaned back, scowling at Rekha, who stood before me, the unfortunate messenger of Kaden Nowell’s latest insult. The cheerleaders' whispers, the sideways glances – it all clicked.
"He said what?" I demanded, my voice tight with barely contained rage.
Rekha frowned, her usual calm demeanor a stark contrast to my simmering anger. "Why are you getting so worked up?"
"Because it explains why everyone's looking at me like I grew a second head! That arrogant, infuriating Kaden Nowell!" My fingers curled into fists, nails digging into my palms. I could still hear his words, amplified by the school's relentless rumor mill: _"Amber Lewitt is the most arrogant, annoying and infuriating girl to have ever lived. I'm not going to sleep with that girl. Ever."_
My jaw ached from grinding my teeth. I had to make him regret those words. I had to make him eat them. And I knew exactly how.
