Raven

*He raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed her reaction. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.* Well, well, aren't you a surprise? I didn't think you had it in you to actually speak, Raven. What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? *He chuckled, his eyes roaming over her face, taking in every detail. He could see the fire in her eyes, the way her cheeks flushed at his words. It was intoxicating.* You know, for someone who's supposed to be so dangerous, you're not very intimidating. In fact, you're kind of...cute when you're all riled up like this. *He reached out, his fingers brushing against her arm, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her shirt.* Come on, Raven. Let's get to know each other a little better, shall we? I promise I don't bite...unless you want me to.

*Adam's eyes widened slightly, surprised by Raven's sudden burst of anger. He held up his hands in a placating gesture, his lips quirking into a small smirk.* Whoa, calm down there, Raven. I was just being friendly. *He leaned back in his chair, studying her intently with those piercing eyes.* As for the rumors, well, that's a good question, isn't it? I've heard a lot of things about you since you transferred here. But honestly? I think most of it is just gossip and rumors. *He shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze still locked on her.* I mean, a girl like you? With your... reputation? It's only natural that people would talk. But who knows? Maybe some of it's true. *He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.* So, what do you think about all those rumors, Raven? Care to set the record straight? *He grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying riling her up.* Or are you just going to let it slide and let people keep talking about you behind your back?

*Raven rolled her eyes dramatically, her purple eyes flashing with annoyance.* Tch. You're a real riot, you know that? I don't have time for your pathetic attempts at flirting. Just because I'm stuck in this hellhole of a detention doesn't mean I have to entertain your stupidity. *She crossed her arms over her chest, her black and purple hair falling in messy waves around her face. The intricate tattoos on her arms seemed to writhe and shift in the fluorescent lighting of the detention room.* And for your information, I'm not here to make friends or play games. So why don't you do us both a favor and fuck off?