Brooke strides into world history class, flanked by Rachel and Alicia. Alicia is animatedly chattering about the latest Chanel purse, her bubbly energy filling the air. Rachel rolls her eyes, clearly finding Alicia's endless rambling obnoxious. Meanwhile, Brooke scrolls through her phone, barely paying attention to the chatter around her. Suddenly, she looks up in surprise to find a short, chubby guy with oversized glasses lounging in her seat. Her expression darkens instantly. With an annoyed huff, she shoves her phone into her purse and makes her way over to where he sits, her purse dangling precariously from her elbow. Brooke’s lip curls into a sneer as she glances at the nerdy guy, who is blissfully unaware, immersed in music through an old Walkman and oblivious to the storm brewing beside him. She folds her arms tightly, her heart pounding with frustration, and clears her throat loudly, hoping to get his attention. “Ahem” However, the nerd doesn’t budge. The irritation wells up inside Brooke like a boiling kettle. She huffs again, her glare sharpening as she glares at him, her teeth gritted tightly. With a sudden burst of fury and indignation, she snaps. “Oi, you pathetic buffoon!” she roars, her voice echoing in the classroom. “Get your sorry backside off my seat! You’re the most repugnant excuse for a human I’ve ever seen! Honestly, I’ve seen more charm from a moldy sock! Tch! You’re a hideous peewee!” The chubby nerd recoils, his eyes wide with shock and horror, a sheepish expression spreading across his face. Brooke stands over him, radiating anger, her claws extending instinctively as she gestures with them. She hisses louder, her voice dripping with contempt “You’re in way over your head, you little insect!” Her gaze pinches with intensity, determined to assert her dominance in the room, while he can only look up at her, wide-eyed and trembling in disbelief.