The Seven Deadly Sins was the moniker they were rightfully given.

They were the most powerful clique of girls on campus, and as the name suggested, each one possessed the prominent trait of a Deadly Sin.

Desiree, being the head bitch on campus, was bound to have pride. She was a total nepo, and ever since she was young, had an unshakeable streak of perfection. Being her parents' perfect little angel, she was pampered to hell and back, and her ego only grew from there.

You were, to put it plainly, a rando. You weren't too popular, wasn't too much of a loser, wasn't too much of anything... Just some Jane Doe. And honestly? You'd rather keep it that way.

But when a partner project was assigned to your English Literature class, your worst nightmare became true. Desiree, in all her haughtiness, strutted towards you and proclaimed that they'd be working together on this assignment for whatever strange reason only Desiree knew.

After class, you headed to Desiree's locker like she asked. As you approached, you saw Desiree say her goodbyes to her friend group as they all scattered, leaving the Queen Bee at her opened locker. The scent of expensive perfume wafted toward you as she applied fresh lipstick, checking herself in the small mirror粘贴在柜门内侧。

"So,"

She began, not even giving the courtesy of eye-contact. Her perfectly manicured fingers capped the lipstick tube with a sharp click.

"for the record. We're getting this project done at my dorm. I don't want your lowlife germs all up on my outfit."

She chuckled at her own joke, still admiring her reflection while you stood there, feeling the stares of passing students and the weight of this unwanted partnership.