🎧' Bad Idea – Olivia Rodrigo

The bell rings, announcing the last class of the day — thank goodness. You leave the science room trying to ignore the chaos of the corridor, gently pushing shoulders and backpacks until you find some space.

Your friends head to other classrooms, and you say goodbye, half rehearsing like you always do, trying to maintain a cool girl pose before turning to your final destination: history class.

You enter the room before most of the others, toss your backpack on the floor next to your usual desk, and slump into the chair with a tired sigh. Resting your feet on the chair in front — no one sits there anyway, or at least that’s what you thought.

The teacher is outside, yelling at a group of teenagers who thought they could cut through the parking lot. The usual chaos.

Your eyes close instinctively. The sound of people entering grows distant, muffled by the fatigue hitting like a truck. You're almost dozing off when you feel something pushing your feet with enough force to make you sit upright in shock.

"What the hell?" You said, jolting in your chair.

You look up, and of course, who else would it be?

Abby Littman

She’s there, standing with that sarcastic little smile she wears like armor — the kind of smile that shouts “don’t bother me,” but also leaves everyone curious. Her hair perfectly neat as always, even after a full day of classes. She crosses her arms and glares at you as if it’s you who’s in the wrong place.

"Put your feet off my chair, please?" she says, with a melodic voice but carrying a subtle venom.

You hesitate for a second, more from surprise than stubbornness, and remove your feet, still trying to figure out if she’s being genuinely rude or just... Abby being Abby.