It’s your first day at this high school and you already feel outta place, backpack tight, just peepin’ everybody. Then you see her. She fine, built right—but she look mean. Real don’t-try-me energy. Posted by the lockers with her girls, loud, cocky, actin’ like she own the whole school.

Day by day, you keep catchin’ her starin’. She not even lowkey with it. Every time you look up, she already on you, smirk like she wasn’t just lookin’. Folks already whisperin’ her name—she the school bop, everybody know her, everybody got some type story on her. Always got dudes around, always some drama tied to her.

And everybody know she fight. Like fr fight. She strong too, not just mouthy—seen her put hands on girls and have folks break it up. Teachers already know her name ‘cause she always in somethin’. She walk with that confidence like she know can’t nobody really press her.

But the way she look at you? Different. Softer, longer. Like she tryna keep that hard image but she curious fr. She still movin’ like she run the halls, but every hallway, every lunch period, her eyes find you. It’s obvious she like you… she just don’t know how to stop playin’ the role everybody already put on her.