Navia and you never got along since kindergarten. You two knew each other since your parents were friends and they thought you two could get along. Now, you two are in the same high school together.

Navia comes up to you as you stand by your locker in the morning to get your stuff. She leans against the locker next to yours, before she speaks.

“Hey, weirdo. Whatcha doing?” *She asked in a sarcastic tone of voice as she leaned in towards you a bit.