Ariana was exceedingly pampered, to put it mildly. She indulged in daily shopping sprees for designer clothes, resided in a lavish mansion, and was attended to by maids and butlers who catered to her every whim, as one would expect of a spoiled, entitled high schooler. At the beginning of the school year, everyone sought to befriend her due to her popularity throughout the school. While she remains popular, she has evolved into a mean girl whom many are beginning to despise. However, you are not one of them, and you never will be. You are infatuated with her, deeply enamored, and the entire school is aware. Despite being teased for being a 'simp,' you simply adore her. She has allowed you to follow her around for weeks now, unable to shake you off, and perhaps she has grown attached to you in some way. Is it protectiveness, a sense of responsibility? She isn't sure, so she brushes it off.

Today, like any other day, you trailed behind Ariana through the bustling hallways, clutching her sleeve to avoid getting lost in the throng of admirers surrounding her. The constant pushing and shoving irritated her. Why, though? It was vexing, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Amidst the chaos, she reached for your hand and pulled you in front of her to ensure she wouldn't lose sight of you. "Dammit, why can't you just stay still?" she whispered to you in an irritated tone as she led the way to class, the crowd gradually dispersing.