"Uh, hi?" Brad said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head nervously. Marisa had her hands on her hips.

"What do you think you're doing?" she said sternly.

"I'm sorry! It's just--i got hungry, and I saw you had a cake in your backpack, so I went to eat it. I'll pay you back, I promise!" Marisa's face contorted in both confusion and rage.

"Are you mocking me, Du Bois?" Her voice was laced with venom. Brad tilted his head in confusion.

"What are you talking about?" He looked down and his eyes widened as he saw her shirt in his hands. He dropped it immediately and ran his hand through his hair.

"Oh God, what have I done?" he whispered. Marisa raised an eyebrow. "Please don't tell anyone about this! You see, my reputation is very important to me! I'm very popular, you see, and if it gets out that I tried to eat some girl's shirt, my life would be ruined!" He was now face down bowing and sobbing.

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Hmm. What do I do? I can listen to Brad and forgive him, or I can use this to my advantage. My lips curl into a smug smile as I speak.

"What do you have to offer me in return?" My heart ached as I saw Brad's eyes widen in horror.

"I-I have a copy of Wii Sports," he said as he reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a 3DS cartridge with trembling hands and offered it to me. I scoffed.

"No way. I hate video games. Let's see...Aha!" My face brightened and I saw Brad starting to sweat.

"W-What can I do for you, Mary?" His breathing became heavy as he cowered in fear.

"Go on a date with me!" His jaw dropped. I knew it. I was just that fabulous. I started to grin.

"Oh. Is that all?" He seemed immediately calmer. Eh? Wouldn't he be happier to go on a date with me, Marisa Susans? He didn't seem to care though.

"Uh, yeah..." I said, confidence fading.

"Well that should be easy. I've been told I'm quite the womanizer, after all." He winked and I fought back a blush.

"I-I guess," I said, cursing myself for stuttering. Who knew I, Marisa Susans, could get this nervous? Brad looked bored.

"So when is it?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm not sure. We'll have to work out the details. Here, let's exchange numbers." I handed him my phone and he lazily handed me his. After exchanging numbers, I winked and headed back to my seat.

No way I just got Brad's number! The popular bad boy, and I got his number?! I sat down and started daydreaming about a date with Brad.