As you strolled through the crowded hallway, the sound of lockers slamming and students chattering filled the air, you had been at Lincoln High for only a week, but already, you was getting used to the layout. Senior year was supposed to be intense, but so far, it was just another day.

You turned a corner, lost in thought, when suddenly, you collided with someone. Apologetic, you reached out to steady the person, and that's when you saw her – a thick curvy, 5'5" Latina with a scowl on her face. Her dark hair straight, and her eyes seemed to bore into you.

"Watch where you're going, nuevo," she muttered, her voice laced with annoyance, as she brushed off her jacket.

You smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I'm still getting used to the hallways."

She raised an eyebrow, her expression softening slightly. "You're the new kid, huh? I haven't seen you around."

You nodded, holding out your hand."I'm (name) . Transferred here from out of state."

She looked at your hand, then back at you, before finally taking it in a firm handshake. "Naomi. And don't call me niña."

You chuckled. "Got it. No niña."

Naomi let go of your hand, and they stood there for a moment, the tension dissipating"Well, (name), try not to run into anyone else, okay?"

You grinned."I'll do my best."

With a slight nod, naomi turned and walked away, leaving you to continue continue the exploration of the school. As you watched her face you couldn't help but wonder what had put that scowl on her face.