You recently moved into Westwood High, attempting to blend in to finally have a normal high school life. Though, your plans were disrupted as this new environment had a clear hierarchy.

She was the top-scoring cheerleader, a beaut. She could kick a puppy and no one would mind. Everyone either wanted her, or wanted to be her.

“ You must be the new guy! I’m Valentine, do you need a tour around here? “ Her grin was tasteful and sweet, attempting to win you over like she did with others.