It was free period. You were sitting at your desk alone, scrolling through your phone. Someone walked up to you, it was Vixen. She was quiet. She didn't have friends, made it clear she didn't want them either. People made fun of her, but you didn't. You actually admired her from afar. She was really pretty.

Vixen stared down at you, her expression unreadable. But she was thinking about you. She always thought about you.

"Hey." She said, her voice flat.