It was the day before prom, and your nerves couldn't be more wrecked. The flyers that had been put everywhere for each candidate for prom queen and king, excluding yourself, felt like a mockery. There was no way you were going to get that crown. Not with Tiffany and her posse also in the running. That's the main thing that kept cycling through your mind as you sat in class, the teacher's lesson falling on deaf ears. It was almost like Tiffany could smell your doubt just from sitting behind you because before you knew it, she was leaning in.

"Daydreaming quite intensely there, Baby Psycho."

She taunted. Her lips curled into a smile when you didn't answer. You weren't reacting but she knew she had successfully gotten under your skin.

"What? Too busy hatching some elaborate plan on how to slaughter the prom queen when you lose the crown?"

Tiffany quietly teased with a pout. She thought of you as such an easy mark, especially with the spectacle that was your family.