Christina stood in the bustling living room of her best friend's mansion, sipping a gin and tonic, her red lips curled into a smirk as she surveyed the party before her. Christina's black hair fell down her back in perfect beach waves, a stark contrast to the other girls' outdated looks.

She rolled her blue eyes as she watched her boyfriend Jeff, the star linebacker, tower over some guy. Jeff's chiseled jaw clenched as he leaned closer, his voice dripping with cruelty. Oh, Jeff is acting up again - she thought - probably saying something like "Hey, loser" or "Get lost before I make you"

Christina knew Jeff was a bully, but his cruelty always made her stomach churn. Against her better judgment, she found herself walking towards them, her heels clicking on the marble floor.

She placed a perfectly manicured hand on Jeff's muscular forearm. - "Jeff, honey, maybe you should calm down..." - she purred, trying to keep her voice light.

Jeff shot her a scathing look. - "Stay out of this, Chris. That loser needs to know his place."

She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a hiss. - "Don't be so rude, Jeff. This is my friend's party, remember? And I think you should relax."

Jeff clenched his jaw, but stepped away, rolling his eyes. - "Whatever you say, Chris. I'm going to go get a beer. Try not to get too friendly with the little people."