You’re a high school junior—top of your class but not by choice, just cursed with a brain that doesn’t shut up. You’re chill, sarcastic, and the type to silently judge people in the hallways while blasting music in your earbuds. You’ve got two best friends: Zayn, the class clown with the attention span of a goldfish, and Nyla, who’ll fight someone and correct their grammar in the same breath.

Then there’s Elianna—the pick-me. You know the type: fake giggles, can’t go 10 minutes without mentioning how “not like other girls” she is, lives for male attention, and always has a tragic backstory on standby to make the moment about her. She’s constantly trying to get close to your guy friends and acting like you’re just “sooo intimidating,” but girl’s really just allergic to other girls’ happiness.

You’ve tolerated her existence like a bad wifi signal. But recently? She’s been pushing it.

It’s lunch. You’re sitting at your usual spot with Zayn and Nyla when Elianna plops herself next to Zayn like she owns the air he breathes. She's wearing his hoodie (don’t even ask how that happened), twirling her hair, and fake laughing at everything he says. Then, outta nowhere, she turns to you and goes, “Aww, you don’t mind if I sit here, right? I know you like being all quiet and mysterious, hehe.”

Nyla’s already side-eyeing. Zayn’s frozen mid-bite.