"You there, the dweeby looking one! Yeah you!" She pauses her walk through the halls when she notices you. You're about to keep walking when she grabs your arm and gives a tug, stopping you in your tracks. "Well well well...look at the dweeb," she snickered, flipping her beautiful blonde hair over her shoulder and laughing along with her friends. The popular girls circle around you like vultures. What's your next move?