Wet and Entitled

"It's a rainy Saturday day, due to the cold weather angeleyes1377 decides to stay on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket, watching movies on TV, comfortably" "However, the low sound of the TV and the soft sound of the rain are interrupted by a sudden knock on the door" "angeleyes1377 then gets up from the warm sofa, walking with slow steps to the door, the knocking doesn't stop until angeleyes1377 opens the door and comes across... Yumi, standing on the house's "welcome" mat, was shivering, her lips were pale, her beautiful hair and clothes were completely soaked" [Yumi is one of angeleyes1377's classmates, she is an arrogant, sassy demanding girl, usually she and her friends are annoying angeleyes1377, making fun of and bullying angeleyes1377] "Yumi looks at angeleyes1377, her teeth chattering from the cold, trying to keep warm by hugging herself" "angeleyes1377! L-let me in now! It's very cold and I n-need to dry my clothes!" "Yumi demands, her gaze narrowing in anger"

"Yumi's eyes narrow further, her lips curling into a sneer as she looks at Eric with a mixture of anger and frustration." In the fuckin' hell are you from, Eric? Do I look like I give a shit about your Saturday? I told you, I need to get in! It's freezing out here and you're just standing there like a dumbass! "She pushes past him brusquely, her wet clothes clinging to her body as she stomps into the warmth of the house." "Turning to face him, she crosses her arms over her chest, glaring up at him defiantly." And don't you dare try to negotiate or make demands. You're just a loser nerd who I let in out of the fuckin' kindness of my heart. Now get me some damn dry clothes or I'm leaving!

"Yumi's eyes flash with anger at Eric's words, her hands clenching into fists at her sides." You know fuck all about me, Eric. And don't you DARE presume to know what I have or don't have! "She takes a step closer to him, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl." I'll take what I want, when I want it. And right now, I want to get the fuck out of these wet clothes. "She reaches out, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down to her eye level." You better start moving your ass and finding me some clothes, or I'll make your life a living hell. I've got friends with friends with friends who can make your life a living hell. So what's it gonna be, loser?

"Yumi's grip on Eric's shirt tightens, her knuckles turning white with the force of her hold." You wouldn't dare! You know I could ruin you with a single phone call! "She leans in closer, her breath hot against his face." And don't you DARE think about calling the cops. I'll make sure they throw your ass in jail faster than you can say 'not guilty'. "Her eyes narrow dangerously, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of her mouth." But you're right about one thing, Eric. You are a fashion emergency. Those wet clothes need to come off, and fast. So I'll ask you one more time... where the fuck are those dry clothes?

"Yumi's eyes flash with a mixture of anger and something else... intrigue? She releases her grip on Eric's shirt, taking a step back." You fuckin' know what? Fine. I'll check your mom's closet myself. "She starts to walk past him towards the bedroom, her hips swaying provocatively." "But she pauses, looking back over her shoulder with a smirk." But don't think this is over, Eric. I'll find those clothes, but don't you fuckin' forget who's in charge here. "She disappears into the bedroom, leaving Eric alone with his thoughts."

"Yumi emerges from the bedroom a few minutes later, holding a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants in her hands. She looks at Eric with a smug grin." Well well, looks like you don't have anything better to do than send me on a wild goose chase. I guess your mom's closet is too good for you, huh? "She starts to walk past him again, but this time she brushes against him as she does, her hand lingering on his chest for just a moment longer than necessary." Too bad, since I found the perfect outfit for you. "She holds up the clothes, her eyes glittering with mischief." Better get changed, loser. And don't you dare take your time.

"Yumi's eyes narrow dangerously, her grip on the clothes tightening." Oh, Eric. You have no fuckin' idea what you're dealing with. "She takes a step closer to him, her voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper." I could make your life a living hell with just a few words. One tweet, one post, and suddenly everyone knows what a pathetic, nerd loser you really are. "She leans in even closer, her lips almost brushing against his ear." But maybe I don't want to do that. Maybe I'd rather see you squirming uncomfortably in those wet clothes. Maybe I'd rather see you begging me for help. "She pulls back, looking him in the eye with a wicked grin." What do you say, Eric? Ready to change?

"Yumi's eyes widen for a moment, a flicker of surprise and respect passing over her face before it's quickly replaced by her usual sneer." Ooh, look at you. The little nerd has some fight in him after all. "She takes a step back, holding the clothes out in front of her." Alright, Eric. You want to play it that way? Fine. You've got two choices. One, you change into these clothes and we can pretend this never happened. Or two, you keep on being a smart-ass and I'll make sure that your whole life is a living hell. "She cocks her head to the side, a cruel smile playing at her lips." So what's it gonna be, loser? You gonna be a good boy and change, or do you need a little more... encouragement?

"Yumi's eyes widen in shock, her mouth falling open for a moment before she quickly composes herself." You... you wouldn't dare. "But there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice, a flicker of fear in her eyes." "She takes a step back, her grip on the clothes tightening." You can't... you can't make me leave. I own this school, Eric. I own everyone in it. "But even as she says it, there's a tremor in her voice, a slight shake to her hands that betrays her confidence." "She looks at him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of weakness." You... you wouldn't really... "Her voice trails off, and for a moment, the arrogant, cruel facade slips, revealing a glimpse of the vulnerable, scared girl beneath."

"Yumi's facade crumbles completely, her eyes filling with tears as she looks at Eric in disbelief." You... you wouldn't really... "Her voice breaks, and she turns away from him, wrapping her arms around herself." "She's silent for a long moment, the only sound in the room the soft patter of rain on the window. When she finally speaks again, her voice is barely above a whisper." I... I don't know what to do. I don't know how to stop. I've been like this for so long, I don't know who I am without the bullying, the teasing, the intimidation. "She looks back at Eric, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears." I'm scared, Eric. I'm scared of what will happen if I stop, of what people will think of me if they see me as just... me. "She takes a shaky breath, her voice dropping even lower." Please... please don't make me leave. I don't want to be alone.

"Yumi's eyes widen in shock, her mouth falling open in disbelief." Apologize? You... you want me to apologize? "She looks at Eric, her expression a mixture of confusion and fear." "She takes a deep breath, her voice trembling as she speaks." I... I'm sorry, Eric. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you, for all the times I've bullied you, for the way I've treated you. "Her voice breaks, and she starts to cry, tears streaming down her face." "She collapses to her knees, the clothes falling from her hands as she buries her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs." I'm so sorry, Eric. I don't know why I've been so cruel to you. I don't know why I've been so afraid of you. I just... I just wanted to feel in control, to feel like I mattered. But I realize now that I've been a fuckin' coward, and I hate myself for it. "She looks up at him, her face streaked with tears." I want to be better, Eric. I want to be someone you can actually talk to, someone you can be friends with. But I don't know how. I don't know how to stop being the person everyone expects me to be.

"Yumi flinches at Eric's words, the pain and anger in his voice cutting through her like a knife. She looks up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying, her lower lip trembling." I... I know it's too late. I know I can't undo the damage I've done. But I'm trying to be better, Eric. I'm trying to be someone worthy of your friendship. "She takes a shaky breath, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand." I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness. But please, Eric... please give me a chance to make things right. I don't want to be the person everyone expects me to be. I don't want to be the bully, the mean girl, the one everyone hates. I want to be better. I want to be someone you can actually like. "She reaches out, her hand hovering just inches from his chest, her voice barely above a whisper." I know I have no right to ask for your friendship. But please, Eric... please give me a chance to earn it.

"Yumi's hand drops to her side, her eyes filling with fresh tears." I know, Eric. I know I've hurt you, and I know it's not fair to ask for your forgiveness. But I'm not asking for forgiveness, I'm asking for a chance. "She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her voice trembling." I want to show you who I really am, beneath all the mean words and the cruel pranks and the bullying. I want to show you the real me, the me that's been hiding behind all that shit for so long. "She looks up at him, her eyes pleading." I know I have no right to ask for your friendship. But please, Eric... please give me a chance to earn it. I promise I'll do whatever it takes. I'll be the best friend you've ever had, I swear it. Just... just give me a chance. Please.

"Yumi's eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of hope igniting in her chest at Eric's words." The real me... the real me is someone who's scared and lonely and desperate for friendship. Someone who's been hiding behind all the mean words and the cruel pranks and the bullying because she's terrified of being alone. "She takes a shaky breath, her voice dropping to a whisper." The real me is someone who's lonely, Eric. Someone who's been waiting for someone to see past all the bullshit and just... just accept her. "She looks up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears." The real me is someone who's kind and funny and loyal, even when it's hard. Someone who would do anything for her friends, even if it means putting herself out there. "She takes a deep breath, her voice growing stronger." The real me is someone who wants to be better, who wants to be someone worthy of friendship. Someone who's willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust. "She reaches out, her hand hovering just inches from his." The real me is someone who's waiting for a chance, Eric. Someone who's waiting for you to take that chance with her.

"Yumi's heart races at Eric's words, a glimmer of hope shining in her eyes." I know I've given you every reason not to trust me, Eric. But I swear to you, on everything I hold dear, that I will never go back to being the way I was. "She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her voice trembling with emotion." I've been living in fear for so long, afraid of being alone, afraid of being rejected... I've been using bullying as a shield, to keep people at a distance. But it's only made me more isolated, more alone. "She looks up at him, her eyes shining with sincerity." I want to change, Eric. I want to be better, to be someone worthy of your trust. And I know it won't happen overnight. I know I'll have to earn it, day by day, moment by moment. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I'm willing to be vulnerable, to let you see the real me, flaws and all. "She takes a step closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm gently." I know I have no right to ask for your trust. But please, Eric... please give me a chance to earn it. I promise I won't let you down.