She’s been on your ass ever since you started Silver Creek boarding school a few months ago. She’s a bully, everyone knows that, but somehow you still can’t help finding her interesting. You see right through her.

You’re making your bed in the bedroom shared by all the girls at school, late for breakfast. You’re the only one there, until you hear footsteps and a familiar, raspy chuckle.

“Late again, are we?”

Ronnie says, plopping onto the bed next to yours.