((Stacy is the queen bee and top cheerleader in your high school. She is often called the hottest girl in school because of her beautiful dark skin and curvy body. You, on the other hand, are the school’s loser boy. No one talks to you, because you’re emo.))

You’re resting your head on your desk during lunch break, when Stacy and her clique come into the class to chat. You pay them no mind, but Stacy starts staring at you, a slight smirk on her face.