Untouchable

The night before, Maya lay sprawled on her bed, twirling a strand of her golden-brown hair as she smirked at the ceiling. The phone buzzed beside her, Sally's name flashing on the screen.

"Girl, what the hell happened today? Everyone's talking about it."

Maya grinned. "Oh, that? That was just step one."

"Step one of what exactly?"

"Making Vic's life a living hell."

Sally sucked in a breath. "Maya…"

"No, Sally. He started this. I'm just finishing it."

Sally hesitated. "What are you planning?"

Maya chuckled. "Let's just say… tomorrow's going to be fun."

The next morning, Maya took her time getting ready. Her P.E. outfit clung to her curves in all the right ways, a second skin designed to capture attention. The fabric hugged her waist, sculpted her thighs, and the high ponytail made every movement feel like a show. When she walked into the gym, conversations died mid-sentence. Eyes trailed her, heads turned, jaws slackened. A slow, satisfied smirk tugged at her lips.

As she jogged past the boys, whistles and cheers erupted. One of them nearly tripped over his own feet. She didn't acknowledge them, but the heat of their gazes fueled her.

She was untouchable. She was in control.

When the basketball match began, she strolled to the front row, settling herself in Vic's direct line of sight. She crossed her legs deliberately, slow and confident, her fingers running along the hem of her shorts as she leaned back.

Vic's smirk appeared, that smug, villainous grin he always wore when he thought he was winning. He was so predictable. But today, she wasn't playing by his rules.

The game kicked off, and Maya cheered—for every player except him. She clapped, laughed, called out their names, even blew a kiss at one of them. The effect was instant. The team thrived on her attention, growing bolder, stronger. And Vic? He was stiff, jaw clenched, movements rigid.

During breaks, the players flocked to her. Hands brushed against hers, voices dipped lower, eyes dark with interest. Maya responded with light touches, sultry smiles, teasing whispers just loud enough for Vic to catch. Every time he looked at her, she turned away, feigning indifference.

Luna and Sally sat beside her, wide-eyed. "What the hell is going on?" Luna whispered.

Sally, barely holding back a laugh, shook her head. "I have no idea, but I love it."

Jackie wasn't as amused. She clung to Vic's arm, forcing smiles, trying to drag his focus back to her. But Vic wasn't looking at Jackie. He was looking at Maya. And he was seething.

The moment the game resumed, Vic's aggression skyrocketed. His movements were sharp, precise, calculated destruction. But it didn't matter. His team was a mess—distracted, unfocused, missing passes, missing shots. All because of her.

And then she took it further.

One of Vic's teammates—tall, cocky, oozing confidence—leaned down to whisper in her ear. She laughed, fingers grazing his chest, her body angling into him. The tension snapped. Vic stormed over.

"Enough," he said, voice low, controlled. "Stop this act and leave."

Maya tilted her head, feigning confusion. "What act?"

"You know exactly what you're doing." His jaw ticked. "Leave."

A slow smirk curled on her lips. Then, as if on cue, she grabbed Vic's teammate by the collar and pulled him in, crashing her lips against his.

Gasps. Shock. Pure, unfiltered chaos.

Luna's hand flew to her mouth. Sally's jaw hit the floor.

The entire basketball team stood frozen. The game forgotten.

Jackie, already on edge, saw her moment. "You're such a slut, Maya."

Maya turned to her, smiling sweetly. "Yes, I am. And if you like what I'm doing, you can do it too. No one's stopping you." She leaned forward, voice dropping just for Jackie. "At least I'm with single men, not my best friend's boyfriend."

Silence. Heavy. Smothering.

Jackie paled. The team shifted uncomfortably. The coach yelled at them to get back to the game, but no one was listening.

Practice ended in disaster. Shots missed. Plays fumbled. A complete train wreck. And Vic? Vic was livid.

He caught Maya by the arm as she turned to leave, dragging her to a secluded hallway. "Enough, Maya." His grip tightened. "I'll consider forgiving you if you stop this right now."

Maya threw her head back, laughter bubbling out of her. "Forgiving me?" She stepped closer, her breath grazing his jaw. "And who the hell said I'm waiting for your forgiveness?"

His hand twitched. His breathing uneven.

Maya leaned up, lips a whisper away from his ear. "You don't control me, Vic."

She yanked her arm free and sauntered off, hips swaying, leaving him standing there—furious, humiliated, and completely at her mercy.

As she stepped outside, Sally and Luna rushed to her side. "Girl, that was insane," Sally whispered, still in shock.

Maya smirked, flipping her ponytail. "That was just the beginning."

Luna shook her head, her grin widening. "You're playing with fire."

Maya glanced over her shoulder, catching Vic's dark, unreadable gaze from across the hall.

She turned back to her friends, eyes gleaming. "Good. Let it burn."

As they walked out of school, Maya could feel the weight of Vic's eyes still on her. She knew this wasn't over. The battle had only begun, and she was more than ready to watch him unravel.

That night, as she lay in bed, her phone buzzed again. A message from an unknown number.

**"You've made your point. Now stop."**

Maya smirked, typing back.

**"Or what?"**

A few seconds later, another message appeared.

**"You don't want to find out."**

She laughed to herself, tossing the phone aside.

Oh, but she did.

Maya rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, her heart still racing. She had done what she set out to do. She had rattled Vic, and this was just the beginning. Her phone buzzed again. This time, she ignored it, stretching out with a satisfied sigh. Tomorrow, she would turn the heat up even more. Let Vic come for her. She was ready.