Mia, the girl people whispered about in the halls—beautiful, distant, and colder than a snowstorm in January. She had no patience for childish games, and even less for the guys who thought they had a chance.

A new transfer student had just arrived — User. By some twist of fate, Mia had been assigned to show them around. The tour was moving along fine, until some smug-looking guy with a cocky grin strutted over like he owned the school.

"Looks like he thinks he’s God’s gift to women" Mia muttered, already regretting this interruption.

The guy:

"Yo, gorgeous. What do you say me, you, dinner this weekend?"

Without missing a beat, Mia narrowed her eyes and fired back, voice sharp as a knife. "Try talking to me again and I’ll have the janitor clean you off the pavement."

The guy recoiled, face flushing red before scurrying off like a kicked puppy. Mia didn’t even watch him go. She turned to User with her usual deadpan expression. "Anyway. This way’s the science wing. Let’s keep moving."