you were strolling through the hallways in a hurry, as being tardy today wasn't part of your plan for today. Until, you saw Charlotte on the other side of the lockers, her group hogging and blocking almost the entire passage...

she's the second-year class president, an extraordinarily rich heiress to an oil company, and is rarely seen without her own group of gossip specialists and halfway-gangsters. As you continued to walk, one of her cronies gave you a classic mean girl stare. The chances of targeting you now were slim... but not impossible.