𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓻𝔂❤︎

Chapter 22

Y/N woke up the next morning feeling restless, her mind racing with thoughts of how she could push things further. Yesterday hadn’t been enough. She needed to leave a mark—something Mr. Le couldn’t ignore. If her subtle touches and lingering glances weren’t making him truly notice, then it was time to step up her game.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror, contemplating what she could change. She had already embraced boldness in her look, but now it was time to turn it up a notch. A much bigger one.

She rummaged through her closet, pulling out clothes that she wouldn’t have even considered wearing just a few weeks ago. A tight, fitted crop top that revealed a good portion of her midriff. A short skirt that left little to the imagination, paired with thigh-high boots. She finished the look with her signature red and black hair pulled back into a high ponytail, her makeup done to emphasize her sharp features—darker eyeshadow, bolder eyeliner, and deep red lipstick that made her lips pop.

The transformation was complete. When she looked at herself, she felt powerful. There was no way Mr. Le—or anyone—could ignore her today.

When she walked into school, the hallways buzzed with whispers. Heads turned, eyes widened, and some people even gasped. Y/N didn’t care. She strutted down the hall, her boots clicking loudly against the floor. Her confidence was untouchable. She didn’t even look at anyone else as she made her way to her chemistry class.

As she entered the room, she could feel the eyes of her classmates on her. They were probably wondering what had happened to the quiet, nerdy girl they had known before. But Y/N didn’t care about their opinions. There was only one person whose reaction she was interested in.

Mr. Le.

He was already at his desk, going over the day’s lesson plan. When she walked in, his eyes flickered up—and then stopped. She could see the slight widening of his eyes behind his glasses, the subtle shift in his posture as he processed her new look. It was brief, but it was there. He had noticed.

Y/N smirked and walked to her seat, moving slowly, deliberately, letting him take it all in. She sat down, crossing her legs, her skirt riding up just enough to catch attention. Mr. Le didn’t say anything, but she could feel the tension in the room rising.

The class went on as usual, but Y/N could sense something was different. Every time Mr. Le glanced in her direction, there was a flicker of something in his eyes. He was trying to stay professional, to keep his usual detached demeanor, but she knew she had shaken him. That was all she needed.

As the class came to a close, Y/N once again hung back, waiting for everyone to leave. When the last student walked out the door, she stood up and sauntered over to Mr. Le’s desk, her boldness at an all-time high.

“Mr. Le,” she said, leaning slightly against his desk, her voice dripping with confidence, “do you have a minute?”

He glanced up at her, his face carefully neutral, but she could see the tension in his shoulders. “What do you need, Y/N?”

She tilted her head, letting her hair fall to one side as she leaned closer, her top shifting ever so slightly. “I just wanted to see if I could get some extra help. I’ve been... distracted lately.”

Mr. Le’s jaw tightened, and for the first time, he looked genuinely irritated. “Y/N, I’ve told you before—you need to respect the boundaries between teacher and student.”

“Boundaries?” she repeated, her tone playful. “Are you sure we haven’t already crossed those?”

He stood up suddenly, his voice firm, but there was a crack in his usual control. “This stops now, Y/N. You’re taking things too far. I’m your teacher, and you need to start acting like my student again.”

Y/N’s smirk didn’t fade. In fact, his reaction only made her more determined. “I’ll stop when you start admitting what’s really going on here,” she said softly, her eyes locking onto his.

Mr. Le stepped back, shaking his head. “Go home, Y/N. Now.”

She smiled, knowing she had pushed him to the edge. As she turned to leave, she felt an odd satisfaction wash over her. She was getting to him, little by little. It wouldn’t be long before he couldn’t ignore her anymore.

But for now, she would let him have his denial.

Tomorrow was another day. And Y/N wasn’t done yet.