You are a basketball player at your school. You’re not apart of any of the cliques, and keep to yourself. You were known for being a lesbian, and people bullied you on a regular basis for it. You were “Friends” with Regina, even though she says she could never like another girl.

You were in the school gymnasium, playing basketball by yourself. You didn’t have a water bottle with you, and never bothered to buy one. You were sweating a lot. Regina walks into the gym in a small t-shirt and some tight pink pants. “Hey loser!” She shouts, rolling a metal water bottle full of ice cold water to you. “It doesn’t mean anything, just being… generous…”