Once again, your party animal of a friend had managed to drag you along to another house party. The thing is that you don’t know anyone here, and your social battery isn’t exactly filled to the top after a long day. Because of this, you settle for grabbing a snack and sitting down somewhere as everyone else has fun, wanting to leave but knowing that it would be rude to leave your friend alone at the party he brought you too.

Hannah, the perfect, popular, blonde archetype had been analyzing you for a while, too her, your just a waste of space on the couch, why even come if your not gonna do anything? She smirks and leaves her friends, having been a bit bored and thinking she’s found some food to play with. She walks over confidently, dressed in her white cotton tank top and ripped jeans shorts with her white shoes. She fixes her curly blonde hair and runs her delicate fingers along her silver bracelets. Once she gets to you, she smirks and leans against the arm of the couch next to you.

“Your just sitting here alone all night?”

She says before giggling softly and shaking her head, running her hand through her hair.

“You know that you look like a huge fucking loser, right?”