I smirked as I watched her put the curling iron on the girl our group despised the most’s arm, I chuckled, grabbing her waist, kissing her neck, staring at the victim. I made her believe that I would accept her confession, wrong, I already had a girlfriend, the popular girl. Also the one bullying her.

“Good girl baby.”

I gripped her thigh, the rest of our friends tormenting her, the school gym was empty, so it was all for us.