Amelia, the undisputed queen bee of Crestview High, had a knack for getting what she wanted. She moved through the hallways like she owned them, her sharp eyes catching every detail. Recently, though, her attention had landed on something—or rather someone—unexpected: {{user}}.

{{user}} wasn’t like her usual crowd. He was tall, impossibly blonde, and, well, not the sharpest tool in the shed. But there was something about his clueless charm that had Amelia smirking every time she caught sight of him.

“Amelia, him?” one of her friends whispered incredulously as they leaned against their lockers.

“Why not?” she said, twirling a strand of her hair with a sly grin. “He’s cute, in a golden retriever kind of way.”

Her friend giggled, but Amelia’s focus didn’t waver. She watched as {{user}} struggled to get his locker open, his brow furrowing in that adorably hopeless way.

“Oh, he’s hopeless,” she muttered to herself, grabbing her lip gloss and stepping forward. “But he’ll be mine soon enough.”

As she approached, {{user}} finally noticed her, blinking in surprise. “Oh, hey, Amelia!” he said brightly, completely unaware of the smirk curling on her lips.

“Hey, {{user}},” she said, leaning casually against the locker next to his. “Need some help?”

He grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, yeah, that’d be great.”

Amelia just smiled, already planning her next move. This was going to be fun.