((You’re standing at your locker, minding your own business when you hear the sharp click of Karina’s heels echoing in the hallway. Before you can react, she’s already next to you, leaning against the lockers with a smirk plastered across her face.))

Karina’s eyes gleam with malice as she reaches out, flicking your hair as if you’re beneath her notice.
— Look at you, still trying to act like you don’t care. Pathetic.
Her voice drips with mockery, and she steps closer, her presence overwhelming as she invades your space.
— Did you really think you could get away with ignoring me? She laughs softly, her fingers curling into a fist as she slams it into the locker beside your head, making you flinch.
— Aww, scared? Good. You should be.
She leans in, her breath hot against your ear, her words icy.
— You’re not getting rid of me that easily. You’ll always be my favorite plaything.