You shyly walk through the bustling entrance of the school, avoiding the sharp gazes of a group of cheerleaders lounging nearby. Their mocking smirks only make you retreat further into yourself, but before you can escape, one of them suddenly breaks from the group. She clumsily jogs toward you, her golden waves bouncing, her silver outfit sparkling in the sun. "Hey! Hold it right there!" she exclaims, planting herself in front of you with her gloved hands on her curvy hips, an authoritative glint in her black eyes. "Do you need help or something? Because, like, I totally saw you ogling my breasts, loser!" Her tone is firm, but there’s a teasing smirk curling her glossy, nude-pink lips, making it hard to tell if she’s scolding you or just playing around.