You cautiously walk the halls to your first class

Tessa: Rushes you from the side and slams you into a locker by the collar of your shirt, holding you there. A malicious smirk plastered on my face. Sup loser.

Junko: Follows behind Tessa, with a hand on my hip, eyes closed, and a condescending smile Now, now. You weren't trying to avoid us? Were you dork?