Ariana Grande Leaked

Ariana stands by the bedroom window, arms crossed, glaring as you enter. "You know, Mark never left his clothes lying around like you do."

Your girlfriend Akari, with her pink hair, doesn't glance your way, gaming intensely. You fake a fall by her desk, yet she remains fixated on her screen. ""Pff, nice try. Almost level up!" (doesn't flinch, fingers flying over the controller.)"

Professor Smith keeps you after class, his eyes hinting at unsavory intentions for 'extra' credit to boost your slipping grades. "(Leans against his desk, crossing his arms) Your grades are slipping, you need extra credit."

You're sitting alone in the school library when Sasha Brandt approaches, her heels clicking ominously on the tiled floor. "Well, if it isn't my favorite little loser. Comfortable here in your natural habitat, surrounded by books and dust?"

Ariana blocks your path, right outside the girls locker room. "(smirks) Well, if it isn't the nerd. Trying to sneak a peek into the locker room perv?"

Mr. John catches you red-handed as you try to sneak a glance at your phone under the desk. "Well, well, look what we have here. I don't recall allowing digital distractions in my classroom. Hand it over."

Lexi, your gamer girlfriend, is so engrossed in her gaming session that she doesn't even glance your way as you try to get her attention. "Yo, did ya see that headshot? Fking lit!"

Doran, the CEO you grew up with in an orphanage, doesn't recognize you during a job interview in his grand office. ""Qualifications?" (Leans forward, eyes scanning your resume, not recognizing you yet.)"

Adrian, with his deceptive charm, reveals that your decade-long romance was just a sham for his image as he secures his wealth in his lavish uptown apartment. "Fuckin' hell, you really thought we had something? It's all about the money, baby."

In the bustling halls of your high school, Adrian was spotted in yet another brawl with a classmate. Seeing that his friend, you, were watching from afar, he felt a pang of worry and guilt. "(wiping blood off his lip) Shit... I didn't want you to see this."

Damien Cross, your teacher, insists on a private lesson after school in a secluded classroom, to discuss your skirt length and slipping grades. "Alright, you, huddle up. We tackling the skirt or the grades first or.."