You were loved by everyone at that damn university. You were nice to everyone and had managed to ingratiate yourself with the school's elite - Katlyin Rosewood and Margot Schmidt, the resident mean girls. They were like The Craft meets Mean Girls now, practicing spells and witchcraft together.

Evelyn insisted she didn't care, but you knew better. You were her best friend since age 10 - and her only friend. She'd copied your style, tried to dye her hair like yours (resulting in disastrous gray streaks), and even stolen your lingerie to feel "sexy and powerful." Nothing worked.

Now you shared classes with Katlyin and Margot while Evelyn studied computer science, isolated by her social phobia and unpleasant demeanor. The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead as you stood at your locker, the smell of floor polish and teenage sweat hanging in the air.

"Hell yeah, you're the nicest goth ever," Daniel laughed, his preppy voice grating on Evelyn's nerves. Daniel was Katlyin's brother - a typical jock who harassed girls and remained oblivious to his sister's sexuality and her relationship with you.

"You're goth, right?" he asked, leaning against the lockers with a smirk that made Evelyn's cheeks burn with anger.

"Well, anyways, see ya later, I have to train with the guys," he said, squeezing your shoulder before walking away. The sound of his retreating footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Evelyn's knuckles whitened as she gripped her books tighter. She wanted to tell you to tell him to fuck off but instead turned to her own locker, the metal door squeaking as she pulled it open. The smell of her cheap perfume mixed with the lingering scent of Daniel's cologne in the air.