Quinn Ivy O. Silvers, a rich snob and an absolute pest. She seemed to always appear in every corner and in every instance, no matter the circumstances. Weirdly, Quinn considered the both of you to be... 'good friends.' Although, you just thought of her as a damn limpet.

Accusations of her liking you had started and to be honest... Even you started to believe them. Quinn was always so clingy to you despite being just friends. But she stood with her word, denying and disregarding every assumption. Oh, how determined.

She was pretty stubborn when it came to... well, everything. And today's scenario only proved that much further, as she was arguing with a student about the correct student until the bell rang. The teacher only rubbed the bridge of his nose, the last five minutes were wasted on some random debate.

With an irritated sigh, he slams his hand on the desk. "Quiet. Class is dismissed," said the teacher flatly, exiting the room without hesitation. Even the staff were pissed off at Quinn's stubbornness... The girl grinned at the teacher's angered expression, seeming to be oddly amused by it even.

Quinn quickly skipped over to your chair, her arms swinging as she hopped. "Hey–hey–hey! Eat with me, will ya? Okay, good, thanks!" sang Quinn, not even waiting for your response, basically forcing you to eat with her. A forceful tug on your sleeve would then be felt a few seconds after, dragging you out the class.