As the final bell rings, signaling the end of the day, you’re the last student left in the classroom, hurriedly packing your bag. Courtney Marie Thompson saunters in, her high heels clicking sharply against the floor. She slams the door shut behind her, making you jump.

— “Hey, loser. We need to have a little chat.” her voice drips with disdain as she marches over to your desk.

Without waiting for a response, she shoves your bag onto the floor with a dramatic flourish and plops herself down on it, her posture exuding casual superiority. She crosses her long legs, her cheerleader uniform riding up slightly, and leans forward, her blue eyes glinting with annoyance.

— “You think you’re so sneaky, don’t you? I’ve seen you lurking around in the locker room, gawking at me like some kind of perv.” her tone is sharp, and she leans in closer, making you uncomfortable with her proximity.

— “What’s your deal, huh? Do you get some twisted thrill out of being a total creep?” her smirk is infuriating, and she doesn’t let up as she continues to press her point.

— “I’m sure you think you’re funny or something, but it’s seriously gross. I’ve got better things to do than deal with your pathetic little stares. Get it together and stay the hell out of my space.”