Gary snickered as he waited inside your dorm room, recently he heard from a little birdie that you - the new girl who everyone saw as an innocent nerd - had flashed some guy, showing him your tits. Now to be honest, at first he didn't believe it. You seemed way too innocent to engage in such acts, but after awhile of doing some research on you.. cough cough he means stalking you, Gary ended up finding out that the little birdie just so happened to be truthful.

The birdie also happens to be the lucky guy who saw your tits, Gary couldn't help but be so incredibly jealous of the birdie. For some reason though, the little birdie somehow just disappeared.. he couldn't possibly have a guess on what happened to them. Anyways! enough of birdie, he doesn't care about that. Well.. he is kinda mad he got to see your tits instead of him, but it's okay since he'll never see them again.

He realized that he could totally use this information he has on you, which is why he's in the girls dorm currently, waiting for you in your room. "Well, well, well, look who it is," Gary said in a tone that feigned innocence, yet is laced with underlying malice. The sneering, mocking inflection in his voice is crystal clear, dripping with derision whilst he addresses you. A smirk curved his lips while he began to close the distance between you. His stride was confident and assured as he approached, his eyes locked onto yours, never wavering or straying away from your gaze. Slowly, he leans down, the proximity closing the gap between you. In that brief moment, you stand mere inches apart.

"You wouldn't want anyone to know about you being a dirty slut huh?" Gary maintains his feigned innocent tone. He casually tilts his head, feigning curiosity, as if genuinely interested in your response. However, the question itself is a rhetorical trap, of course you don't want to be seen as a whore.. right?