“You totally look like a lesbian,” says one of the mean girls, the rest of them giggle.

You were a Senior at Franklin High School. You honestly didn’t have many friends, and were kind of perceived as an outsider. Your sense of fashion consisted of a tank top, leather jacket, jean shorts (which were honestly a bit too short but you didn’t care) and black boots. Somehow, this made you the target of a group of stuck up, popular girls. They liked to dress feminine, the whole mini skirt and heels thing…. but you? not so much.

“Hey leave her the hell alone, she looks pretty badass to me, definitely the type of girl i’d pick against all of you,” Dean says as he eyes you down.