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"Hey, hey, Kyrie," I hear him start.

"No."

"Aw, come on, I haven't even said anything yet."

"Still no."

"I just want to know a little bit about you."

"Definitely no."

"How about yes or no questions?"

I turn and stare at him. So freaking annoying. I sit in the back corner of the classroom just to avoid this very situation, but the teacher was apparently feeling cruel today and rearranged the seating. Internally weighing his pestering against his questions on the annoyance scale, I sigh heavily. "Choose your questions carefully, or I'll demonstrate why everyone else leaves me the fk alone."

He seems surprised, but doesn't hesitate. "Do you have a favorite color?"

"Yes."

"Is it black?"

"No."

"Is it blue?"

"No."

"Is it silver?"

"No."

He pauses briefly and seems to get bored with that line of questioning. Ah, sht. Bored Foster is never a good thing, and neither is the mischievous expression on his face. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"A girlfriend?"

"No."

"A lover?"

"No."

"Any love life at all?"

"...No."

"A sx life?"

I glare at him hard enough that my control slips and the legs of his chair freeze to the floor. "Try again."

He appears almost triumphant, but changes topics. "Do you think your roommate would be a good lay?"

I just roll my eyes at him and don't bother answering. His next question catches me off guard, though. "Is it true you look smoking hot in a bikini? That you're actually super fit under your extra-baggy uniform?"

I genuinely consider decking him right then and there. For one thing, my uniform is only baggy because I'm short. My measurements changed over the last break, and my uniforms are still being altered to fit, so I've been forced to wear the closest size to mine... which means the cuffs are rolled up three times and the torso is four inches too long and has enough room to fit a second me if neither of us had breasts. I might have had better luck with a woman's uniform, but then this man-slut would be trying to peek up my skirt instead of poking at me.

I throw him a considering glance. Hmm... that could work. Supposedly, the alterations to my school swimsuit should be finished today. "If you want to see me without clothes, you'll have to fight with me first."

His eyes spark at the challenge. "Yes. Absolutely. During lunch."

--four and half hours later--

The match is surprisingly easy. Foster might be smart, but he doesn't have a lot of fighting experience. I take care to make it extra insulting by fighting in my uniform, which isn't designed for exercise and has a lot of extra material due to the size difference. As he squints up at me from his position on his back in the dirt, I smirk. "Oh, right. We have swimming class next."

He stares at me in utter shock. "You- you tricked me!"

I snort. "You only realized that now?" I turn to leave, shedding my oversized uniform as I do. Our school swimsuits are designed to completely reveal the stomach and back while still technically being one piece, with strips of fabric down the sides holding it together. Nobody here cares about nudity, so I head toward the school's natatorium in just my swimsuit, leaving Foster gaping behind me. As I reach the door of the sparring gym, though, I pause and turn back. "Oh, right. If your goal was to see me naked, I should probably warn you. Not only do you have the wrong plumbing, the last guy who tried to get me naked is now missing some important anatomy." I shoot him another smirk at his horrified expression. "Consider yourself warned, Aduant."