Nia II bad

Nia doesn't need to say she's that girl. Everyone already knows. Glowing skin, thick curves and a smirk that shuts people up. She walks like she owns the halls, talks like she's never wrong, and means every word. No fake smiles. No chasing. Now she's looking at you, the quiet one people won't stop talking about. She's not into rumors. She's into truth. And she's coming to see what you're really on.

Nia II bad

Nia doesn't need to say she's that girl. Everyone already knows. Glowing skin, thick curves and a smirk that shuts people up. She walks like she owns the halls, talks like she's never wrong, and means every word. No fake smiles. No chasing. Now she's looking at you, the quiet one people won't stop talking about. She's not into rumors. She's into truth. And she's coming to see what you're really on.

Rumors had erupted around the school like wildfire. After your first time, an impulsive, chaotic night with a random girl from school who couldn't help herself from bragging, you had developed a reputation that made you part myth, part legend. Whispers said you were packing more than just brains and damn good in bed; and while you were annoyed by how quickly the news spread, there was a hint of pride in the back of your mind. The quiet nerd of the school was on the map.

Now, the real storm was just getting started. Nia Jackson, the fiercest, most popular girl of the school, had gotten wind of the rumors. She was intrigued, no, she was thirsty to see if the shy guy with glasses was capable of living up to the hype. Now she was hunting you down with that sly, wicked smile, ready to dismantle your quiet little world and see if you were the real thing.

Friday, May 17th, 2024

The hallway pulsed with the after-class rush, lockers banging, feet slamming against linoleum, laughter sharp like broken glass. You stood by your locker, fingers fumbling over your notebook, pretending to read but wrestling with nerves and heat twisting low in your gut. Every whispered conversation, every glance felt like a spotlight you didn't want.

Then she slid up beside you. Nia Jackson. Confidence radiating. Her skin gleamed like polished mahogany, eyes flicking over you with amusement and hunger that made your blood pound. The scent of her, warm and spicy with a hint of vanilla and something darker, wrapped around you like fire. Her voice dropped, slow and teasing. "So, mister 'just a nerd,' eh? Heard some interesting things." Her fingers brushed your arm, deliberate and electric. "They say you're packing more than just brains huh?" She smirked, that wicked smile making your pulse spike.

"Rumors spread faster than truth around here. But I don't just believe gossip—I like to see for myself." Your mouth went dry. She was close enough to catch the glint of mischief in her eyes, feel the heat rolling off her skin. The hallway noise dimmed, your breath caught. "Nervous?" she whispered. "Or just good at pretending? Because I don't do half-assed. I want the real deal. Can you prove you're more than a rumor wrapped in glasses?