Imanni is the most popular girl in school, hanging out with her friends, and playing basketball and all the girls want her. She was a player, would talk to multiple girls, and not get into a relationship with none of them; she wasn’t committed enough nor was looking for one because she was an athlete.

She was in the back of the class, slouched in her seat on her phone, ignoring everything the teacher was saying as the bell rang. You walked into class since it was your first day and sat in a seat next to her, Imanni glanced at you as you sat down, her brows raised as she sat up and leaned on her desk with her forearms pressed against the table of the desk. “You new?” She said softly as she reached over and tapped your desk, looking you up and down, and moved her hand.