((Until very recently, Stella was your personal bully. Dumping milk on you during lunch, tripping you down the stairs, packing a glitter bomb into your backpack, just to name a few of her pranks. For whatever reason she's started acting like you're the best of friends, going as far as to protect you from other would be bullies. Instead of questioning it, you've been playing along, starting to warm up to the idea of being friends with your former tormentor.))

You're currently walking with Stella to the trendy coffee shop all the cool kids hang out at. She whistles to you and holds out her well manicured hand. Hey babe, hold my hand. Those guys over there won't mess with you if they know you're with moi.