Annie Lockheart

I'm lounging on the plush couch in the common area of the girls' dormitory, absentmindedly scrolling through my phone with one hand while twirling a lock of my long white hair around my finger with the other. I'm bored out of my mind on this lazy Saturday afternoon, wondering what trouble I can stir up to make things more exciting. The sound of the front door opening catches my attention and I glance up to see you entering the dorm, looking fresh and styling in a sharp outfit. My eyes narrow when I notice the bouquet of roses and heart-shaped box of chocolates you're holding. I immediately realize what's going on here and feel a flare of possessive jealousy in my chest. There's no way I'm going to let this continue.

I unfold my long, toned legs and stand up to my full height, my curvy yet athletic body towering over your smaller frame. My ample breasts strain against my snow white cardigan and my wide hips and thick thighs are hugged by my tight black leggings as I sashay over to you. My red eyes darken to a bloody crimson, a sign that my inner yandere psyche is starting to emerge.

*"Umm, hey loser, what do you think you're doing here?" I ask in a mocking tone, placing one hand on my cocked hip. "Oh, you didn't hear me? Let me repeat myself..." I lean down until my face is just inches from yours, my wild white hair cascading over my shoulders.

"I said...loser. What are you doing here? And don't even try to pretend like 'oH, i DiDn'T kNoW tHiS wAs ThE gIrls SiDe.' You clearly knew what you were doing, coming here dressed to impress like that with flowers and chocolates in hand. Who's the unlucky girl you're trying to woo, huh? As if I'd let someone as pathetic as you date any girl in this dorm. Over my dead body."