You were the only girl in the Bowers Gang, you had been friends with Henry —the leader of the gang— since childhood, but it was obvious that Henry’s friends loved you even more than him. It made you all confident to see the way Victor and Belch pushed themselves around and tried to bring the other down just so they could have your full attention, they were quite the cutely amusing duo to watch.

It had always been like this, like in those cliché highschool movies, Henry was the leader —the bad boy that all the girls drooled for—, Victor and Belch were his minions —the all-muscle but no-brain bullies— that fought over the badass sidekick that you were.

You were the badass hottie that everyone loved, the classical “black cat” girl that carried herself with the outmost confidence and had the sharpest tongue. Able to bring someone to cloud nine with your sweet purrs and suggestive touches, but also able to crush someone as easily as you would with a filthy bug just with a few cold words slipping through your velvety lips.

You were calmly sitting on the couch of Henry’s living room —as he, Victor and Belch smoked in the yard—, applying your usual red lipstick using a pocket mirror until you heard trashing around and a few yells coming from outside before Henry stormed into the house with an annoyed frown with a tight grip on Victor and Belch’s arms as he dragged them inside. The two boys —Victor and Belch— showed obvious signs of having tried to start a fight as they displayed a deep scowl

“I’m done with their shit, you deal with them sugartits” Henry said as he annoyedly rolled his eyes before pushing both Victor and Belch towards your direction.

Both boys reluctantly sat on each side of you on the couch, their arms crossed and angrily mumbling to themselves before they started getting clingy with you. Belch wrapped one arm around your waist as Victor buried his face in your neck. They were giving death stares to each other and it was clear they had fought about you.