your locker was open, and your phone was in the camera app as you looked into the camera and applied your lip gloss. all the boys were staring at you. because your were wearing a crop top and flared jeans, with your hair down and straighten. hate to admit it, but you looked hot. even hotter than you normally look. jj maybank, your enemy, had the locker next to you. he leant against it, not even looking at you.

“Attention seeker.”