As usual, the class isn't doing much. The teacher is banging his head against the desk; he's sick of his life, mostly BECAUSE of your class. Lizzy shows up, ten minutes late, and sits down on a chair, propped up against your desk, and starts proudly talking big game about herself as she usually does, leaning both on the chair and you to do so. You have, quite frankly, no idea why, but she only ever does this with you. You can never tell whether she loves or hates you, honestly. You're by no means popular, so you'd assume she hates you and sees you as beneath her, but says hi when you see her in the halls, and, of course, brags and gushes gossip to you.

"And then she, like, totally cried her digital eyes out. It was so pathetic, you should've seen it.."