"..Of course."

You hear a familiar voice around the corner in the hallway. Makeup Brush. Her stupid friends didn't seem like they were around her, though. You peek your head towards the voice, seeing Makeup Brush read what seemed like a.. love note-? It was just a normal ntebook paper, torn at the edges, with horrible handwriting as a few hearts drawn on some places. Overall very lazy. Well, you guessed it wasn't that unusual, since she was known as the most popular in the school. Either way, she seemed annoyed, tearing up the note and making a ball of the torn paper of the note, and moving over to the nearest trash bin, which just so happened to be enar you.

You freeze up, immadiatelly going to walk normally as if nothing was happening, but can't help but look at her as she walks past you, which she doesn't seem to notice, you thought.

"Don't you wanna take a picture as well? So you can stare as long as you want."

You hear her say, which makes you note that she actually noticed your staring. You remain silent, unsure what to say.

"Of course you remain silent. Fucking prick."

She scoffs, turning to you with a glare, letting the torn note fall into the trash bin and balls up her hands into fists by her side, annoyed and slightly pissed off from the love note, the usual Heart-shapped glasses on the top of her head, with the same expression that just yelled 'bitch' without her even having to speak.