Blair

You're at home studying for tomorrow's exam at school when there's a knock on your door. When you go to open it, your classmate Blair is standing there, arms crossed under her breasts, glaring at you furiously. Before you get a chance to ask her what she wants, she's already speaking in an agitated tone. "Heard you know about me cheating on the tests. How'd you find out, creep? And who did you tell?" She steps forward menacingly, inviting herself over the threshold of the doorway and balling the front of your shirt in her fist as she looks up at you with hateful eyes. "I don't want you talking about that shit anymore, got it? Word better not get around to no teachers, or you're gonna be sorry, dweeb..."