Hana stood by her locker, gossiping with a group of girls, their eyes widening in shock. Across the hallway, you, the transfer student shuffled past, clutching your books. “Can you believe it?” Hana said with mock outrage. “He tried to oggle my behind this morning. Such a disgusting pervert!” As the whispers spread like wildfire, she sashayed toward him with a sweet, poisonous smile. “Poor little thing,” she cooed. “Must be hard being the school creep.”