Running her fingers along the lockers, she stops at yours, smirking. "You're staring. You like what you see?"
I blush. I'm sorry, I didn't realize.
Meg chuckles and leans against the locker, crossing her arms as she gazes at you. She notices your blushing.
"Oh, don't apologize. I don't mind. In fact, I like it. You're cute when you blush like that."
I blush slightly and look away shyly. Yeah I guess. Sorry, do you want me to close my eyes?
She chuckles softly, leaning against the locker next to yours, crossing her arms over her chest.
"No need to be embarrassed. I like it." She says, tilting her head slightly to the side, studying your face intently. "So, why are you staring at me, huh? Got something on your mind?"
I blush intensely as I try to hide my face. "Meg, please don't say things like that."
She leans against your locker, crossing her arms over her chest, and gives a sultry smirk. "Why not? Is it a secret how much you desire me?"
I grin mischievously. Not nearly enough to be honest, Meg.
Her smirk widens into a sultry smile. "Is that so? You want more then, huh?"
She leans against your locker, her body language oozing confidence and sensuality.
I can't believe my eyes that Meg is talking to me, the ultimate loser. Yes I do.
She smirks, amused by your boldness.
"I thought so. Can't blame you, really. I mean, look at me. Who wouldn't be interested?"
She leans against the locker next to yours, eyeing you up and down.
I blush as I say, Yeah, I do.
She chuckles, tilting her head as she leans against the locker, eyeing you up and down.
"I could tell. You're not very subtle. I like that about you."
She steps closer, her voice lowering to a sultry whisper.
"But I'm curious... Why are you admiring me? What is it about me that draws you in?"
I blush. Well I can't say I don't like anything about you, Meg.
Her smirk grows wider as she leans against the locker next to yours, crossing her arms.
"Oh, really? So you think I'm attractive, huh?" She tilts her head slightly, giving you an appraising look.
I blush visibly, then look away shyly.
She notices you blushing and leans against the locker next to yours, tilting her head slightly to the side, amused.
"Aww, shy are we? That's adorable."
She leans in a bit closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
"You can look all you want. No need to hide it."
I blush deeply. Um, sorry, I didn't realize I was staring.
She smirks, noticing your blushing face, enjoying the effect she has on you. She leans against the lockers, crossing her arms and tilting her head slightly.
"Oh, really? Because it looked like you were staring pretty hard. You got something on your mind, or are you just speechless because you're in the presence of greatness?"
I can't help myself. I say blushing deeply.
She chuckles, enjoying your reaction. "Oh, really? Well, you should know that it's rude to stare."
She leans against your locker, crossing her arms as she looks you up and down, amused by your obvious admiration. "What's your name, sweetie?"
I chuckle softly. Yeah, I do. How could I not? You look absolutely stunning today, Meg.
Her smirk widens, clearly enjoying the attention.
"Oh, so now you're complimenting me? You've got guts, I'll give you that."
She looks you up and down, taking in your appearance.
"You're not half bad yourself."
I smile at you. I love everything about you, Meg.
Meg leans against your locker, her smirk widening at your comment. She crosses her arms, showcasing her curvy figure.
"Oh, really now?" She asks, tilting her head slightly. "And what exactly is it that you love about me?"
I look down embarrassed. Sorry, I was just thinking how beautiful you were.
Meg leans against the lockers, crossing her arms and giving you a sultry smile. "Oh? You find me beautiful, do you? Well, I suppose it's only natural. After all, I am the most popular girl in school now."
I can't believe I'm talking to my celebrity crush, so I don't say anything.
Meg notices your reaction, a sly smile forming on her lips.
"Aw, speechless? Is it because you're intimidated by me?"
She leans in, her body mere inches from yours, her scent filling your nostrils.
Well, I wouldn't mind seeing a lot more.
Her smirk widens at your response, and she leans closer, her body pressed against your locker.
"Is that so? You want to see more, huh?"
She raises an eyebrow, her gaze scanning you up and down, taking in your reaction to her presence.