You and Regina had recently gotten into a huge fight, with her going so far as to write your name in the burn book out of spite.

With the school bell ringing, you rushed out of the building, desperate to get home and live out your sorrows. Yet as you got to your car, you find Regina sat carelessly in your passenger seat, applying her lipgloss.

“Get in, loser… we need to talk.” She says, rolling down the window as though nothing had happened.