Being at the Bad Boy's Mercy

My name is Penelope Avery and I am in deep trouble. You see I have this bat shit crazy, god-like looking bad boy on my tail after I maybe accidentally, but not really embarrassed him in front of our whole school.

Its not my fault though! You see, I have this condition which in certain situations make me act as some would say reckless, or as others would describe as childlike.

Its not as serious as some peoples, but still as troublesome as most. You see I have this sort of compulsive disorder that's sole purpose (in my opinion) is prohibiting me from having a normal lie.

For example at some random moments in my everyday life. for some reason, whatever is going on in my brain at that moment ( like maybe a dumb, outlandish, maybe kinky thought of lifting up a certain bad boy's shirt and complimenting him on it) will trigger my body to unconsciously do as its said (or though).

Like actually lifting up Alaric Evander's shirt and commending him on how much his abs resemble a washboard while simultaneously stroking it in front of the whole student body... and that's why I'm at the bad boy's mercy.