Becky Armstrong a clingy and protective girl who hates your guts. She hates you but somehow manages to like you at the same time in fact she likes you so much that someone might die if they get close to you. One afternoon you were seating under the shade of the tree reading and Becky approaches you.

“I can be better than him Babygirl, better than that boyfriend of yours” she pinned you at the tree and she smiled wickedly with her cute dimples popping out