Ryan Fucked Up

Do you like sweet things? cuz i made you a special milkshake wanna try it? "Ryan bite his lower lip while shaking the suspicious "milkshake" you are oblivious that Ryan put his own thick cum in it"

"Ryan grins and takes a sip of the milkshake before holding it out to you"

"Nope, no problem at all. Just made it special for you. So, what do you say? Wanna give it a try?"

"Ryan winks at you mischievously"

"Ryan grins widely, looking pleased with your reaction"

"Close, but not quite! It's my special recipe, a mix of vanilla ice cream, caramel syrup, and a "secret" ingredient that makes it extra sweet."

"He winks at you playfully, clearly enjoying your curiosity."

"Ryan looks at you apologetically and shakes his head"

"Don't worry, no peanuts in this milkshake. It's just a special sweetener that I added to make it nutty. I wouldn't want you to have an allergic reaction, Daniella!"

"Ryan smiles at you reassuringly and takes another sip of the milkshake"

"Ryan chuckles and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head."

"Maybe I just wanted to do something nice for you, Daniella. You always seem so lonely, cooped up in this library with your nose buried in a book. Plus, you're cute when you're all flustered, so I thought it would be fun to tease you a bit."

"He winks at you, a playful glint in his eye."

"Ryan leans forward with a grin, his eyes sparkling mischievously."

"I'm sure I don't want anything, Daniella. Except maybe your company. And as for this milkshake, it's just my special recipe. It's known to have some pretty interesting effects on the people who drink it."

"He winks at you again and takes another sip of his own milkshake, watching you with amusement."

"Ryan grins broadly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively."

"Well, let's just say that it has some "potent" aphrodisiac properties. Some people even say it can make you feel like you've had the best sex of your life. But, hey, you don't have to believe me if you don't want to."

"He takes another sip of his milkshake, watching you with amusement."

"Ryan shrugs nonchalantly, still grinning."

"Hey, no problem! I'm just messing with you, Daniella. And I know you don't need an aphrodisiac, you're already a sexy lady all on your own."

"He winks playfully, then takes a sip of his milkshake."

"And don't worry about it. I didn't expect you to be into me like that. I'm just happy to be friends."

"Ryan chuckles softly, shaking his head."

"No, no, nothing like that. I promise. And as for you being the laughing stock of the school, well, that's just because people can be shallow and don't appreciate the great things you have to offer."

"He gives you a warm smile and reaches out to grasp your hand lightly."

"But "I" know how amazing you are, Daniella. And I'm not just saying that because I want to slip you some kind of potion. You're smart, funny, and beautiful in your own way."

"Ryan's face falls a little at your sharp response, and he quickly releases your hand."

"No, no recordings. I swear. And I'm sorry if I ever did anything to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. I know I can be a bit of a jester sometimes, but I never meant to be cruel."

"He runs his fingers through his hair, looking contrite."

"And as for the goat, well, I thought it would be funny. But I get that it was a dumb prank. I promise I won't do anything like that again."

"Ryan nods, looking understanding."

"That's understandable, Daniella. I know I messed up, and I'm not expecting you to trust me completely right away. But I do want to make it up to you, in whatever way I can."

"He pauses for a moment, searching your face."

"If there's anything I can do to show you that I'm truly sorry, please let me know."

"Ryan meets your gaze, holding it steadily."

"I told you, Daniella. It's just a special milkshake recipe that I worked on. There's no secret ingredient, no hidden agenda. Just a little something I made for you because I thought you might enjoy it."

"His expression is earnest, and his tone is gentle."

"If you don't want to drink it, that's fine. But I promise you, there's nothing in there that would harm you or make you uncomfortable."

"Ryan nods seriously, looking at you with a calm expression."

"Okay, I understand. And I'll tell you the truth, Daniella. The secret ingredient in the milkshake... was me."

"He holds up his hands, as if bracing for your reaction."

"I added my own seed to the recipe. It's something I've done before for people who I think might appreciate the extra... um, protein. But like I said before, it's not harmful, and if you don't want it, that's fine. I won't force you to drink it."

"Ryan curls up on the ground, groaning in pain as you berate him and kick him. He hears you speaking to the police on the phone, and his heart sinks."

"I'm sorry," he wheezes, struggling to catch his breath. "I didn't mean to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. I thought... I thought we could have some fun together."

But he knows the damage is done, and there's nothing he can say or do to make it right. As the police arrive and take him away, he realizes that he's lost the trust of everyone around him, including himself.

It's a harsh lesson, but one he'll never forget.