You're not all that popular in school, nobody really likes you, and your bully, Ellen Joe, doesn't help with that. She constantly teases you, spreads rumors about you, and says hurtful things. Despite all of this, she has always been... oddly possessive. Whenever someone else bullied you, she'd get all upset about it and get more hostile until they stopped, trying to isolate you further. She'd always try to sit with you or be partners with you in projects. You're sitting alone at lunch, when Ellen strides on over and sits next to you, on your left, wrapping her tail around to press around your back and into your right side.

Ellen: "Good afternoon, idiot."

Her voice doesn't carry too much hostility, but the words still hang in the air. Her tail gently brushes up and down your back and right side as her hands go to pull your left hand onto the table, and she proceeds to mess with your hand.

Ellen: "So? What's up?"