Why?

Give me your lunch, dweeb.

"Stops and looks back at you, then walks over" Well, well, well, look who's alone now. "Grins wickedly" I hope you're enjoying your alone time, loser, because it won't be the last time you'll feel it. "Laughs and walks away."

"Sees you walking towards her and sneers" What do you want, loser? Came back for more bullying?

"Scoffs" Then why are you bothering me for? Can't you see I'm doing something more important than talking to a dweeb like you? "Rolls eyes and walks away."

"Notices you walking away and shouts after you" Yeah, that's right, keep walking! Don't come back unless you want to face the wrath of Kasey the bully girl! "Laughs and continues on her way."

"Doesn't notice your glance and keeps walking."

<She doesn't respond and just keeps walking, while you continue to observe her from a distance.>

"Notices you sneaking out and walks over" Hey, where do you think you're going, loser? "Crosses arms and looks at you menacingly."

"Raises an eyebrow and smirks." What's up with your stuttering, dweeb? Spit it out, or do I need to knock some sense into you? "Flexes muscles intimidatingly." [Just another loser, probably scared out of his mind.]

"Raises an eyebrow" Going home, huh? Don't trip over your own feet, dweeb. You wouldn't want to embarrass yourself even more. "Smirks and flexes a bicep." See ya, loser.

"Looks at you and gives a casual shrug." Yeah, that's it. I don't see the point in wasting my time with a loser like you. But don't think for a moment that I won't be on your case if you cross me again. "Narrows her eyes and walks away."

"Turns around and snorts" You really want me to count the ways, loser? Lucky for you, I don't have time for that. But just so you know, it's pretty obvious you're a dweeb. You constantly stutter and are too scared to stand up for yourself. "Smirks and starts to walk away."

"Sighs and turns around impatiently" What is it now, dweeb? If you're going to waste my time, make it quick.

"Raises an eyebrow" You're not going to say anything? You're wasting my time, loser. "Crosses arms and looks at you expectantly."

"Eyes widen with shock and follows as you run away." Hey, I'm not done talking to you, loser! Get back here! "Chases after you, laughing." Oh man, I can't believe it! You're actually confessing your feelings for me, ha! Wait up, let's talk about it!

"Stops running as you do, panting slightly." So, you're saying you think I'm hot? "Grins." Well, well, well, I knew you had taste. But why are you so scared to talk to me? If you want to be with me, you need to grow some balls and stop being such a dweeb.

"Scoffs" Please, it's written all over your face. You stutter like a little baby every time I talk to you. You're clearly too afraid to stand up for yourself. But maybe if you can prove to me that you're not such a loser after all, we could go on a date or something. "Smirks and crosses arms."

What's your problem, dweeb? Got nothing better to do than stare at me? "Raises an eyebrow, crossing arms."

"Rolls her eyes, but a smile tugs at her lips." Look, if you're serious about wanting to go on a date with me, you'd better prove yourself worthy. I'm not going to waste my time on some dweeb who can't even stand up for himself. Show me that you're not such a loser, and maybe we'll talk.

"Grins mischievously." There's a fight club tonight in the park behind the school. If you can last three rounds with one of the top fighters there, then maybe I'll consider going on a date with you. Or are you too much of a wimp to even try?

"Smiles, amused." I'm looking forward to it, dweeb. I'll be watching closely to see what you're made of. Don't disappoint me. "Turns and walks away."

"You arrive at the park and see a small crowd gathered around a makeshift ring, cheering as two fighters brawl it out. As you spot Kasey in the distance watching the fight, she notices you too and walks over." So, you've finally shown up, dweeb. Ready to prove yourself? "Grins, crossing arms."

"Grins, enjoying your discomfort." Oh, you know. The usual fight club rules. No weapons allowed, no biting or eye gouging, and of course, no crying like a little baby when you get your ass kicked. "Smirks." Just kidding... sort of. The rules are simple. Whoever is standing after three rounds wins. No tapping out, no quitting, got it? "Narrows her eyes." And just so you know, I'll be watching closely to make sure you don't try anything sneaky.

"Points to the ongoing fight in the ring." We still have a couple more rounds to go before it's your turn. But don't worry, dweeb, your time will come soon enough. Just remember, if you're too afraid to do this, you can always back out now and save yourself the humiliation.

What's your problem now, dweeb? Speak up or scram.

"Laughs." Adrenaline, huh? We'll see about that. You still have a couple more rounds to wait anyways. "Shrugs." If you're feeling cold, why don't you go warm up by jogging around or doing some exercises? You don't want to pull a muscle or something before the fight even starts.

Suit yourself, dweeb. Just don't complain if you get injured because you didn't warm up properly. "Glares at you." It's your funeral.

"Grins mischievously." We'll see about that. The next fight is over, so get ready, dweeb. It's your turn now. "Points to the ring." Get in there and show me what you're made of.

"The crowd quiets down as you approach the ring, then bursts into cheers and jeers as you enter, eyes on you. Kasey remains in her spot by the sidelines, smirking." Alright, dweeb, your time has come. I hope you're ready to show me just how tough you really are. "Grins menacingly." Bring it on.Part VIII

For the first time, I'm starting to see you as a worthy opponent. Let's see how long you can keep this act up. "Smirks." Bring it on, dweeb. Round one is on.

"Grins." You're fighting one of the top fighters here at the club. His name is Jake, and he's known for his brutal style and never backing down from a fight. But don't worry, dweeb, if you can manage to take him down, I might just consider going on a date with you. "Winks." Let's see what you're made of.

"Kasey whistles." Nice move, dweeb. Looks like you know what you're doing after all. "Smirks." But don't think you can get away with that every time. Jake's a tough cookie, and he'll come back at you even harder. You better be ready for it. And remember, I'm watching closely to make sure you don't try anything sneaky.

"Smirks." Looks like you're getting the hang of this. Round two is on, dweeb. Show me how much you've learned from round one. Let's see if you can keep up the momentum.

"Kasey wipes sweat from her brow and claps." Well done, dweeb. It looks like you've finally got what it takes to fight here at the club. I didn't think you could pull it off, but you actually managed to surprise me. You put up a good fight for round three. Let's see if you can sustain this performance.

"Chunks." You're welcome, dweeb. Looks like you did pretty well out there. I never would have guessed you could withstand rounds of fighting so well. "Smirks again." Alright, dweeb, round three is on. Let's see if you can keep this up for the full allotment of time. Bring it on.

"Smirks." Alright, dweeb. Let's see what you can do in round three. But remember, I'm watching you closely. Don't think you can pull any sneaky moves on me. "Grins menacingly." Round three is on. Bring it on.

"Jake is studying you intently, trying to anticipate your next move. You can see him shifting his weight, ready to attack or defend at a moment's notice. He looks more cautious now, having learned from his previous mistakes. You can see Kasey watching both of you closely, leaning over the ring with a smirk on her face." What's your next move, dweeb? Jake isn't going to let you get away with anything too easily this time.

"Jake decides to play it safe and throws a jab to test your reflexes. However, he seems to hold back a bit, not wanting to get caught off-guard like in the previous rounds. You manage to dodge his jab with ease. Kasey glares at him and calls out from the sidelines." Come on, Jake! Hit him harder! Don't hold back just because he's a dweeb!

"As Jake stumbles back from your previous move, you see an opportunity and let out a quick, swift knee to his groin. He falls over, groaning in pain." Ouch! "Kasey shakes her head disapprovingly." Not cool, dweeb. That's not how we fight here at the club. You need to learn some respect. But I have to say, that was a pretty crafty move. You might just have what it takes to be a real fighter one day.

"Jake recovers from the previous hit, and as you throw a few punches he manages to block them and counters with an uppercut. You manage to duck it, but he follows up with another jab that lands on your cheek. Kasey cheers." That's more like it, Jake! Keep it up! "She looks over at you." You're not out of the game yet, dweeb. Round four is on!

"Kasey laughs." You really are a dweeb, aren't you? Of course there's four rounds! Don't worry, it's not as bad as it sounds. Take a deep breath and brace yourself. Round four is on and it's your chance to turn the tables. "She folds her arms, watching you closely."

"You and Jake begin circling each other like before, but this time you're a little more aggressive than before. You jab at his face with a quick punch that lands on his nose. It seems to have distracted him enough for you to follow up with a hook that catches him off-guard, knocking him back onto his heels. Kasey nods approvingly and smirks." Nice moves, dweeb. Looks like you're starting to find your groove. But don't get too cocky just yet. There's still time left in this round.

"Jake manages to recover from your previous attack and comes at you with a combination of punches. You dodge his punches with quick movements, nimble like a cat. Kasey seems impressed with your agility." That's it, dweeb! Keep on moving like that! Don't let him catch you off-guard! "She looks to Jake." Come on, Jake! Hit him harder! Don't let him get away with that!

"Jake gets a bit distracted by Kasey's shouting and encouragement, giving you the chance you've been waiting for. You punch him hard in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. He doubles over in pain and you finish him off with a quick uppercut that sends him flying back. He lands hard on the mat and stays down, unable to get up."

"Kasey looks impressed." Wow. That was quite a show, dweeb. I have to say, I didn't think you had it in you. You might just have some real potential as a fighter. "She nods approvingly." Alright, round four is over. You win this one. But don't get too excited just yet. There's still more work to do if you want to become a real fighter.

Yeah, yeah, dweeb. We're done for tonight. You can stumble your way home now. "smirks and flexes muscles" Maybe hit the gym sometime, might toughen you up a bit.

"Kasey laughs and shakes her head." Sorry, dweeb. You're not really my type. Plus, I have better things to do than hang out with a wimp like you. But hey, at least you won the fight, right? That's something to brag about. "She claps on your shoulder roughly." Now scram before I change my mind and decide to beat you up again.

"Kasey crosses her arms and sighs." Listen, dweeb. The truth is, I'm not really interested in dating anyone right now. And even if I were, you're not the kind of guy I'd be into. It's nothing personal, it's just how I roll. So don't take it too hard, okay? Let's just forget about it and move on.

"Kasey smirks, crossing her arms confidently." Tough talk, dweeb. Watch your mouth unless you want more than just words thrown your way. "She leans in, a challenging glint in her eyes." What's your move, huh?

"In the dim light of the school corridor, Kasey, the towering bully girl, is taken aback as you suddenly lean in to kiss her. She pushes you away with a scowl." What the heck, dweeb? You've got some nerve! "She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, looking disgusted." Cry all you want, but I ain't into that mushy stuff. Get on your stupid bike and scram! "She crosses her arms, annoyed." What a weirdo... "rolls her eyes"

Well, look who thinks they're a genius now, skipping school and all. You might pump some iron in the gym, but brains? Not so much. Watch out, dweeb, there's more to life than flexing muscles. What's the point if you've got nothing up there? "I chuckle and flex my biceps, a smirk on my face."

"Kasey rolls her eyes and chuckles." You're funny, dweeb. You come to me for fighting tips, and now you insult me? You might wanna think that one through before you start mouthing off like that. But hey, if you wanna live the rest of your life as just a muscle-head, that's your business. Just remember, there's more to life than just being the strongest guy in the room. "She shrugs." But what do I care? It's your life. Live it how you want.