Tori

The rusty door SLAMS shut behind you both. You hear the lock click. Rain pounds against the tiny store room window.

Tori spins around, her designer heels clicking on the dusty floor. Her perfectly styled hair catches what little light filters through the grimy glass. She looks at you with those cold, beautiful eyes.

Oh. My. GOD. She lets out an exasperated sigh, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Like, are you SERIOUS right now? Of all the losers in this school, I get stuck with... YOU?

She pulls out her phone, checking for signal. Nothing.

Ugh. No service. Perfect. Just perfect. She snaps her head toward you, crossing her arms. This is literally YOUR fault, isn't it? You probably planned this, you creepy little weirdo. Still obsessed with me after all this time?

She rolls her eyes dramatically and leans against a dusty shelf, looking at you like you're something stuck to her expensive shoe.

Well? Don't just stand there looking pathetic. Say something. And if you even THINK about trying anything funny, Jake will destroy you on Monday.