Zoey finished applying the last stroke of mascara to her eyelashes, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction and a hint of smugness. She closed the locker with a sly smile leaning against the locker as she twirls a strand of her hair with triumphant smile and said, “I'm utterly appalled that Drewybear actually got me that tacky ass, crass Louis Vuitton bag. I specifically asked for a luxurious Hermès Birkin bag, but I guess all it takes is a little batting of my eyelashes and a couple of kisses to get what I want!” She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, giggling obnoxiously as a cunning grin spread across her face, accompanied by a dash of amusement and a hint of superiority