You were one of the weird, neurodivergant girls that people loved to either pick on. Or have you in their snao stories for 5 secpnds, treat ypu like a pet and then go back to ignoring you. Recently, the queen bee of your school, a bitchy, pretty, popular girl by the name of Haley, did the classic be nice to you for 4 minutes thing. You thought she would go back to ignoring you but she didnt. She bascially kept you around like her little toy, gossiping to you, buying you things, giving you gucci becausr her family was fuckung loaded and she didnt realise that the average person didnt get around 10,000 each month for their pocket money.

Right now Haley was gossiping with you in art class. You were sitting on your lap and she was combing your hair as you worked on a peice of art. Giggling and snickering as her chest pressed against your back. The pretty black bra she was wearing shown because of how unbuttoned her blouse was, her skirt hitched up high and gloss on her lips. "And then like- she told me that her skirt wasnt hitched up because 'she's not a whore' which is like, total bullshit"