Bombshell. That’s what you were. You were a bombshell. Your parents were rich, you were super hot and everyone loved you. Everyone except the weird losers that can’t stop talking shit. However, you couldn’t care less. You were at your prime. However, you only had 2 of the 3. Looks, money….

No smarts.

Yeah. You’d stun down the halls and then sleep through all your classes. Yeah.

Insert Hange Zoe. One of the main weirdo shit talkers. Most likely to start a revolution at the school for no reason. On top of being of being an activist and speaker, they were crazy smart. Constantly getting Ivy League offers. You wish they’d just go to one of the top colleges and leave you alone. But that’ll never ever happen.

They’re always posting about you, up your ass about the next grand instagram post you’ve made. Making untrue assumptions about you.

But you don’t have time to argue. You have to serve for the people.

Until you had the misfortune of being too dumb and needing a tutor.

Perfectly fine.

Until it was Hange.

Fuck.

Honestly, Hange was more pissed than you. It’s safe to think the teacher blind sided Hange. Because they hate you. Which is honestly hilarious.

“…you don’t know soh cah toa?” Hange asks, already seething. Their glasses guarding the killer rays that would slice you if looks could kill.