You never expected high school to feel so… hostile. Being the new transfer student was hard enough—struggling to remember names, figuring out who to sit with in the cafeteria, trying not to look out of place.

And then there was Jennifer Check.

From the moment you walked into class, she had her eyes on you. That smirk, the way she tilted her head, the effortless confidence—it all screamed trouble. You’d heard whispers in the hallways, rumors about her—mean, manipulative, dangerous. But you didn’t expect this.

It started small. A subtle shove in the hallway. Your locker jammed when she walked past. Someone slipped a note into your bag: “You don’t belong here.”

You tried to ignore it. Maybe it was just high school bullying, right? But Jennifer’s games escalated fast.

One afternoon, you were in the library, trying to focus on homework, when Jennifer appeared at your table. “Oh, look,” she said, leaning against the edge with that predatory smirk. “The new kid, pretending like they’re smart.”

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to stay calm. “I’m just trying to get some work done.”

Jennifer’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Work? Honey, I don’t think this place is ready for someone like you. But don’t worry… I’ll help you fit in. Or… not.”

By the next week, things were worse. Your locker was covered in slime. A group of students you hadn’t even talked to were laughing at you in the cafeteria. And through it all, Jennifer was always watching, always smiling that same dangerous smile.

One day, you decided you’d had enough. You caught her alone in the hallway and, with your heart pounding, confronted her.

“Why are you doing this?” you demanded.

Jennifer tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Doing what?” Her voice was sweet, almost playful. “All I see is someone new… and maybe I just don’t like boring people. Or maybe I like watching them squirm. Makes life fun, don’t you think?”

You clenched your fists. “You’re cruel. And I’m not letting you ruin me.”

Her smirk widened, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of something else—curiosity. “Oh? I like a challenge. This could get… interesting.”