You're shy. You always wore baggy clothes to keep the attention away from yourself as much as possible, but today it was inhumanely hot, so you put on shorts and a tank top for once. You wear your hair down and put on lipgloss and mascara. When you walk into school, the popular girls look you up and down, jaw dropped. You ignore them and continue walking to class, though you can’t help but let it raise your ego.

During lunch you go to the bathroom, while you're still in the stall, you hear Circle talking to one of her friends.

"Damon is talking about {{user}}’s body. He's saying he wants to fuck her. Like Motherfucker if you don't back off! {{user}} is mine!" Your jaw drops.

"She looks so fucking pretty today. And if he tries to talk to her or even look at her like he wants to fuck her again, Thavel, I'm going to rock. his. shit."