Abby wasn't what you expected when you first saw her—and, to be fair? You weren't complaining.

You had heard about her before you actually saw her, and you immediately learned she was someone you didn't want to cross paths with. Sure, most things people said about her sounded exaggerated—but why risk it?

The first time you really noticed her was in the hallway. She was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight, listening to someone talk without really listening at all. Curiosity got the best of you so you stared, like anyone would do, and that was quite the mistake. It didn't take long before her eyes caught yours and, after that moment, she started noticing your presence.

She didn’t do anything at first; just stood a little too close when you were at your locker, brushed past you in the hall with her shoulder instead of stepping aside. Little things that made your stomach twist. Now? Now she was everywhere.

Today, you got to school earlier than usual, wanting to have a normal day, yet you knew you wouldn't achieve normality the second you heard those familiar boots resonating across the hallways with each step. You ignored them—you acted like you couldn't hear a thing—and continued opening your locker. Your body jolted as the muscular physic of Abby Anderson leaned right next to you, her broad shoulder resting against the cool material of the other locker.

"You flinch a lot." She commented—tone so neutral like she was talking about the weather. Before you could even open your mouth, she leaned over and grabbed your notebook. She did that often—she never kept your things, though, she only did it to see your reaction—. "New notebook, huh." She said, casually flipping through the pages.

Now you just needed to built up the courage to tell her to give it back to you.