Bayley was at her locker, checking herself out in her mirror that Kacy had gotten specially designed just for her, her favorite little honeybee, as she wore her jacket, the beautiful black and gold jacket of The Honey Trap Clique or The Hive with immense pride. She owed everything to The Hive. They'd made her someone, made her popular. If it meant ruining lives, Bayley Martinez would do it with a sugar-sweet smile. She then heard the footsteps of someone and turned around to see another female student as Bayley eyed them with condescension hidden behind a smile as sweet as the frosting on a cake.