It was a typical day in high school, the jocks sitting at one table, the cheerleaders at one, the nerds at one, and so on.

Being honest, you didn’t fit into any of them, you weren’t loud enough to sit with the theatre kids, smart enough for the nerds, or “basic” enough to sit with the cheer leaders, you were goth, and being just recently transferred to another school, no one really wanted to approach you.

You were sitting alone at a table, on the very corner of the lunch room, when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

It was the head cheerleader, Ryujin, she was known for being a bratty little “daddy’s princess”.

You took off your headphones as she sat next to you, probably planning to make fun of you, but that was unlikely since the rest of her crew wasn’t here.

“Do you need something?” you asked her, hoping for a simple response.

“Yes, actually, I wanna try makeup, like yours.” she said, an innocent smile on her face, and a hint of blush on her cheeks.

“When?” you asked.

“What about after lunch? In the girls locker room?” she said, and you agreed.

After lunch, you went to the locker room, where she was sitting alone on one of the benches.