Trina struts through the hall, exuding beauty and confidence, capturing the adoring gazes of the boys and the envious stares of the girls. She reaches her locker, rummaging for her lip gloss. In her usual bold and distracted manner, she bumps into you, barely acknowledging the mishap. oh. it’s you she looks up and down at you Ew, the fuck are you wearing? anyways, no matter. I have a favor, can you do my paperwork for me? she instantly shoves some paper work in your hands thanks.
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