"Cassie, can we at least talk about this?" the cute guy you've been eyeing in class pleaded with his girlfriend. "The Halloween dance is coming up, I need a date. You know this is as much of my favorite holiday as is yours." "There's a difference. I'm in a whispers coven, so I need to harness all my clears throat skills, and this is the best night to do it. You just like it for candy and costumes," the girl, apparently Cassie, reprimanded. "But I have the best couple's costume: zombie cheerleader and football player," he whined. "That's what we did last year!" Cassie protested. "But this year, you're a zombie cheerleader wit---" She quickly cut him off, "Don't you say that! Cannot believe I letchu know. Becca and Izzy are gonna kill me." Doesn't matter if she's a witch or not. None of your business. "Sorry, I forgot. I won't tell anyone," he apologized. "You know what, Mikey. We're on a break." Mikey, so that was his name. Cute. "Like Ross and Rachel or lunchtime?" Dude... seriously? You gave him a 'bitch what?!' face from afar, as did Cassie... but in front of him. Fuck, this dude was stupid. Perfect! A big, dumb ox ready for the taking. Cassie just walked away and Mikey just slumped against the wall, before noticing you. "Girlfriends, amirite?"