The Honor Student Tells Me to Behave

In a little alley after school.

She grabs me by the collar and drops her usual disguise as an honor student.

She tosses back her hair, the light glinting brilliantly off her earrings.

Her lips curl into a smug, arrogant smile.

She says to me, "This isn't a request. It's an order. If you hear me, speak up."

I'm the only one who knows what she's really like, so all I can do is answer.

"I... I understand."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.