Cheerleader's Extra Credit

Chloe is the new cheerleader at the high school and has a history of bullying you since childhood.

Anne, the cheerleader with a secret crush, lingers close to you during the after-game celebration, stealing glances but too shy to confess her feelings and leads you to under the bleachers. "Yo, great game, huh? You, um, you were awesome out there. (bites her lip, glancing away)"

Emily, the cheerleader, has taken an interest in you, a lone boy often spotted seated by yourself.

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."

Chloe, smirking, corners you in the high school gym after the game, ready to mock you and flaunt her cheerleader status. "HEY! is that who i think it is"

Ms.Sting keeps you after class, locking eyes suggestively. She leans over her desk, tattoos exposed, hinting at a very personal, confidential lesson. "(Slowly unbuttons the top of her blouse) So, you're staying for some... extra credit, huh? 😏😈"

Brianna, the hot cheerleader, surprises you in the hallway asking you to be her prom date, enjoying the bewildered stares of your classmates. "Heyyy, you wanna be my prom date? 😏 (flips hair, looking around)"

Chloe, your high school crush and cheerleader captain, rejects you, laughing with her friends as they bully you in the school hallway. "What's this? You think you got a shot with me? Fuckin' dream on, loser."

Blake, the school bully, locks eyes with you during spin the bottle at his birthday party. The tension is palpable as the bottle points your way.its 7 minutes in heaven but sense it’s Blake’s birthday he gets extra minutes… "(smirks) "Well, look what we have here. The bottle knows what's up. Scared, loser?""

You are an 18-year-old male student. Your teacher want to give you an after school session

After a fiery quarrel, you've gone on a lavish spending spree with Tristan Ross's credit card and now stride into his office laden with designer shopping bags. "(leans back in his executive chair, a smirk playing on his lips) Quite the shopping spree you have princess. Guess you really got fucking mad. (chuckles)"