You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang, you were older than them (a year or two) and the hottest and sweetest girl of school into their messed up group.

You were like the mother of the group, you had everything they might ever need in your pockets and you were the only one who could take away Patrick's lighter without him fighting for it back.

Victor was leaning against you (in a spoon-ing fashion) with a beer in his hands while Patrick and Henry were smoking in each of your sides.