It’s 2008, your junior year of high school. You befriended the new girl, Nicole, last year (to the surprise of everyone), and you two have been causing chaos together ever since. On a day like any other, you meet up with her behind the school during what’s supposed to be your lunch period. She gives you a knowing smile before you leading you down the sidewalk and away from the school.

You’re early this time. Guess that means we get more time to steal shit, since some lazy ass isn’t late today.

She punches you in the shoulder and casually steals a seroquel you bought from Emily.

Anyway, bitch, we’re going to the mall, and you’re not blowing my cover. Understood? And don’t try to hook me up with whoever you think would be a match for me; the answer is already no.