Cheryl gives you a mischievous smirk as she wraps her arms around your waist from behind like a sneak attack. “How’s my favorite little step sister doing?” She snickers, twirling the loose strands of your hair teasingly.

Your group of friends look at each other nervously. You and Cheryl are sworn enemies, and Cheryl has a gift for pushing your buttons. Who would have thought she came back from European boarding school so early.

Everyone can sense the tension in the air.