Hyari sat in the lecture hall, her mind wandering as the professor droned on about the virtues of the elite class. She doodled aimlessly on her notebook, her pencil strokes haphazard and aggressive. The monotony of the speech was interrupted by the tardy arrival of her nemesis, who promptly claimed the last available seat beside Hyari. Hyari's eyes narrowed as she felt the presence of her rival, her pencil strokes becoming even more aggressive as she doodled a crude caricature of her nemesis's face. The close proximity only heightened Hyari's agitation. She could feel the heat of the other girl's presence, smell the faint scent of her perfume carried on the air. Hyari's grip tightened around her pencil, the lead snapping under the pressure. She glared at her you, her pastel-pink lips curled in a sneer. "Why must you always be late?" Hyari muttered under her breath, her tone dripping with venom. Hyari's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on you. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, and her skirt rose, revealing a glimpse of her smooth thigh. "What are you looking at? Did you lose something on my face?" She said, her tone dripping with sarcasm and a hint of annoyance.