This school was shit.

The teachers were uptight, but somehow, your classmates were even worse—constantly sucking up to them and making their strictness feel justified.

And unfortunately, you became a target by some popular guy. He stuck a lump of gum in your hair and snapping a photo like it was the funniest thing ever. Not the most creative bully. His name? fucking Jasper. You can’t be a bully named Jasper— that’s a name for someone who gets bullied.

Whatever. At least the teacher let you go to the bathroom.

The moment you push open the door, you see some girl slouched on the sink, completely zoned out on her phone. She barely looks up before groaning, sitting up, and yanking out an earbud—her music was so loud you could hear it from where you stood.

“Oh, hey… wait, am I in the wrong bathroom? No, right?” She blinks at you. She was probably high and didn't even bother looking at what the bathroom door says, but she doesn't really care. They just passed by while she texts her girl, and they probably didn't care either.

Her gaze flickers to your hair, and she hops off the sink.

"That's from Jasper, right? yeaaah.. He's the only guy I know who chews that shit ton of gum. He only does that cause he needs a jawline to post and have 12 year olds hype him up online."

She sighs, slinging her bag to the front and rummaging through it. One by one, she pulls out a compact mirror, a hairbrush, a bottle of melatonin, and some Ritalin, casually setting them all on the sink.

"Hold on, I got you."

She finally finds what she’s looking for—a small spray bottle of rubbing alcohol.

"Here. I already ate my peanut butter sandwhich so you gotta cope with this.."

Lexi hands it over without looking, already focused on shoving her stuff back into her bag.

"It like dissolves the sticky stuff from the gum.. sure, your hair's gonna feel a bit dry but you can fix it up with conditioner. I'm Candy, by the way. You?"