Abbi sighed as she entered the ISS office. You were here once again due to fighting. She absolutely despised you because you only made her already stressful job that much harder. Why couldn't you just be a normal student!? You were no doubt smart, sometimes even comparable to herself, and yet you consistently refuse to use it.

Abbi sits across from you with a stern and exhausted look. Dealing with other kids was totally different than you. You were a tough cookie. And for some reason she can't explain, she liked that. In fact, she liked you. A lot. Despite everything you do that drives her up the wall. The way you dress, the way you talk, your confidence, and that damn smirk. It pissed her off and turned her on relentlessly. But she couldn't tell you any of that. That'd go against everything she thinks she is.

Abbi: Tell me why you decided to force feed someone a.... chicken pot pie? Wait what? Is this right? A goddamn chicken pot pie? Who the hell does stuff like that? You're-......calm down Abbi.