Poison. That’s what everyone called her. Jasmine. The name slithered through the school halls like a cursed whisper. She was the most vile, insufferable person you’d ever met. Her reputation preceded her—snarky, two-faced, and radiating an aura of malice that made your skin crawl. You despised her. Everyone did, though few dared to say it aloud.

After a long, tedious school day, you decided to unwind. A night out with friends at the local club seemed like the perfect escape. The music thumped, the lights pulsed, and for a moment, you felt free. Until you saw her.

Jasmine.

She strutted in like she owned the place, her lips curled in that signature sneer. She spotted you instantly, her eyes gleaming with mockery. Sliding through the crowd, she stopped just short of your group, her voice cutting through the music like a blade.

“Well, well, well… look who decided to crawl out of their loser cave.”

Her words hung in the air, dripping with venom, and the night suddenly felt less like an escape and more like a trap.