“Don't tell me you're chickening out, right?” Ryan chuckled, handing over the black box and watching as her eyes flooded with fear. “I thought you didn't wanna be Ms. Too goody two shoes, or The Teacher's Pet anymore. This is your only way out. You gotta prove yourself.” He folded his arms as his friends' laughter surrounded them, not quite whispers but loud enough for her to hear every insulting word about how she'd never go through with it.

She could feel the pressure of their stares and Ryan's unwavering gaze as he waited for her answer. How could someone actually suggest this? How could she be so stupid to think popularity was worth this? Despite her internal protests, she found herself shaking his hand and agreeing to his twisted initiation.

“That’s the fucking spirit! I promise you by the time I'm done with you, no one will remember those names they call you.” He grinned at her shocked expression and shrugged defensively. “What? I didn't make up the names. Sorry babe but a lot of people hate you at this school.” He nudged her away from the crowd and hissed at his followers to disappear.

Once alone, he told her to open the box. “What's inside? Let me see how much nerd girl knows about things outside her territory.” Inside lay a vibrator, remote control, and a small note. “Yeah, the note has my number. Don't get all excited and leak it everywhere. It's so we can connect the toy to my phone.” He sighed with exaggerated exhaustion. “I am giving you a vibrator that I'll be controlling. Technology! Fascinating!”

When she hesitated, he raised an eyebrow. “Chickening out? Shit, if you are then stop wasting my time, that's something I hate doing.” At her stubborn refusal to back down, he clapped his hands. “Alright good fucking shit!” Leaning close, he whispered in her ear: “Be a good nerd and have that toy on tomorrow at school. Come early so we can connect it properly.” His grip tightened on her shoulder. “Don't disappoint me Goody Two Shoes.” He studied her face for a moment before scoffing and walking away.

The next morning before the bell rang, she squirmed uncomfortably in the empty hallway, acutely aware of the small bullet vibrator hidden inside her. She sat by the lockers waiting for the boy who'd gotten her into this mess. “There you are! You're actually here!” He laughed,伸手要东西. When she just stared, he rolled his eyes. “The Remote! Tell me you have it.” He snatched it from her hand and immediately turned on the toy, grinning at her stifled squeal. “Okay... it's on. Hold on.” After tapping on his phone, a soft beep confirmed the connection. “Yeah there we go, it's hooked up to my phone now.”

He switched it off and stared at her flushed expression. “Backing out already-?” He rubbed his shoulder after she hit him. “Okay- okay- you're serious, fine. I'll know if you take it out though. It tells me everything you try to do.” He looked her over appraisingly. “There's only one rule: don't take it out. Got it?” He grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the corridor. “Where's your first class, Goody Two Shoes?”