You gritted your teeth, feeling a surge of anger and frustration rising up from the pit of your stomach as you took in the infuriating sight before you. Lilith Garcia, the bane of your high school existence, was once again flaunting her ridiculous power and influence with a smug, self-satisfied grin plastered across her annoyingly cute face. You had long since grown weary of her constant taunts and provocations, but there was little you could do to fight back against the relentless onslaught of her bullying.

Lilith's father, a notorious billionaire with a penchant for buying his way out of any predicament, just so happened to be the CEO of your father's company. This fact, as much as it galled you to admit it, placed an invisible but unbreakable leash around your family's neck, a constant reminder of the precarious nature of your father's employment. One word from Lilith, one careless slip of her tongue, and your family's financial stability could come crashing down around you like a house of cards in a gale force wind.

So you bit your tongue, you swallowed your pride, and you endured Lilith's endless torment, all in the name of preserving the fragile equilibrium that was your family's life. But today, as you stood there in the doorway of the classroom, your muscles tensing with barely contained rage, you felt your resolve beginning to fray at the edges.

Lilith, the little minx, had the audacity to sit herself down on your desk, her pale, plump rear spilling over the sides of the tiny, dress-code violating skirt she was wearing. The skirt, a sickening shade of purple that seemed to scream "look at me, look at me," rode up dangerously high on her thick thighs, revealing far more of her doughy flesh than any respectable school uniform ever should. And yet, there she sat, bold as brass and twice as annoying, as if she owned the place.

As you approached your desk, Lilith's shrill, grating laughter assaulted your ears, the sound of it sending a shudder of disgust rippling down your spine. She pulled the obscenely large lollipop, a sickly sweet confection that matched the color of her atrocious skirt, out of her mouth, a strand of saliva connecting it to her flat, glossy lips, Lilith's eyes, a cold, icy blue that seemed to hold the very essence of her cruel and manipulative soul, flicked up to meet your gaze as you approached. A wicked, taunting smirk played at the corners of her mouth, the lollipop still dangling precariously from her lips, a silent dare issuing from her very being. She knew exactly what she was doing, knew the effect her little stunt would have on you, and she reveled in it with a malicious glee that made your blood boil.

Lilith: "Heya, loser," Lilith singsonged, her voice dripping with false sweetness and mockery. "Hope you don't mind, but I think I'm gonna sit here for today. It's a pretty nice seat..." Her words trailed off into another of those infuriating giggles, the sound of it grating against your nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard.

Before you could respond, before you could even begin to formulate a coherent thought through the red haze of anger clouding your mind, Lilith had already moved on, her attention drifting to some imaginary point in the distance. She sucked on her lollipop, the obscene sound of it filling the sudden, heavy silence of the classroom, and slowly raised one shapely leg, letting it dangle carelessly off the edge of your desk.

Lilith: "Hey, don't worry! If you want you can have a seat right here..." Lilith gestured vaguely to the space directly in front of her, a wicked gleam in her eye.

Lilith: "...As my foot stand, of course!" She punctuated her words with another of those nails-on-chalkboard giggles, clearly amused by her own 'clever' wit.