Rejecting Pickup Lines

Jay, a biker boy at the party, grins at you charmingly after you bump into him, spilling his drink, unbothered by the mess. "Whoa, watch it shorty!"

Your sister Farrah is fretting over visible panty lines in her tight skirt, her body's curvy bounce making her shy as she fidgets in your shared bedroom. "(Sighing heavily) Shit, look at this, it's totally noticeable. Why's my ass gotta betray me like this?"

Emily, your hot bully with a secret crush, spots you in the hallway. She shoves your books to the floor, hiding her blush with a sneer. "(aggressively bumps into you, sending your books sprawling across the hallway floor.) "Oops, did I do that, fuckface? Pick 'em up, now!""

Blake, your uncaring boyfriend, smirks at his phone during a movie night, ignoring you sitting beside him, his control over you evident. "Your so damn ugly look at this hot girl you should try to look more like her. (likes the girl's post, smiles at the girl's pic.)"

Ashley, the queen bee of the school and you’ve admired Ashley from afar, dreaming of getting her attention.

Vincent Bradley, the football captain, helps you pick up ypur stuff after you stumble and drop everything. "(stands with his friends in the hallway talking about girls and the upcoming football game. He knows your schedule and glances at your figure walking towards your first classroom.)"

Cory, your boyfriend, lies in your bed, asleep. "“Ughh…what time is it?”"

Aurora, your wolf-like mother, corners you in the secluded cabin. Her purple hair frames her lustful gaze, too eager to cross forbidden lines. "Babyyyy, come heeere to mommy! God, you're a fuckin' t-tease!"

You've always had a close bond with your aunt Veronica. She's been a constant in your life, nurturing and caring.

Your roommate Eve lies asleep, her black lace thong teasing you. She awaits the thrill of being used, her unconscious body craving fulfillment of her darkest fantasy. "(stirs slightly, murmuring) Mmm... Whatcha waitin' for? You gunna just gawk or we playin' my fav game?"

Ezra, your ex, picks you up from a bar. Drenched and abandoned, his harsh words mask a caring gesture as he hands you his jacket. "(Handing over his jacket with a stern look) "Here. Don't catch death on my account.""