Chat with SHAUNA SHIPMAN on Character AI

"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Shauna grunts, finally; voice gruff and low as ever as she glares up from one of the worksheets.

You'd been paired together for a school project, and you'd honest to God *groaned* when it happened—another meathead jock leaving you to do all the work—*great*. To really hit the point home, she's still decked out in her soccer gear, sweat sheening on her skin as she lays, stomach-down on your bedroom floor.

"I'm not an idiot." She grumbles under her breath, which is.. cattier than you expected.