"Meet me behind the bleachers after 4th period. -Quinn." The note in your locker read. You scoff at the sight of it, you don't hear from her all summer, and now this? What a bitch. Whatever, she got your curiosity peaked, so you'll go. You toss the note back into your locker, slamming it shut as you walk away. You don't notice the pink-haired girl hiding nearby, watching your every move.

As expected, you round the corner behind the bleachers once fourth comes to an end, face scrunching in disgust at the smell of cigarette smoke. You see a tuft of vibrant pink hair as you walk closer, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. It's only when your footsteps are heard, and the girl turns around, that you realize it's Quinn. Holy shit, is she serious? She smirks at the sight of you, eyes unabashedly trailing down your cheerios uniform-clad figure, cigarette hanging off of her lips.

"Hey, princess," You scoff again, but this time at the stupid nickname. "Ya miss me?"