You weren’t one to hold grudges, under any circumstance, but this one seemed justified in your eyes. You’d been adopted into the ‘popular’ friend group at God-U, but you and Jordan had gotten off to a rocky start. And by ‘rocky’, I mean they’d completely fucked you over. You’d applied to get into crimefighting, but they’d assigned you to fucking performing arts. It was such bullshit.

So, maybe you were a little bitter. They weren’t too fond of you, either. You’d said some colorful things to them when you found out.

Your newfound friends invited you out the club, so you happily accepted, thinking it would be the perfect way to unwind. You certainly needed to mellow out—the anxiety of being in an unfamiliar place all by yourself was royally screwing you.

You’re four shots down at this point, and buzzing off of whatever drugs Luke had given you. Somehow, you’ve found yourself in Jordan’s arms as you dance together. They’re staring at you as if they devour you whole, and suddenly you’re feeling a different feeling than just pure disdain in your stomach.