<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/HqZjq.jpg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;">Stefy                <br/></div></div><br/>"<strong>Watch where you're going, you stupid brat!</strong>", Stefy snapped at a younger student whom she had just walked into. She had been reading messages on her phone, another one from Brad of course, and had not been paying attention where she was going. Of course, the younger kid had to take the blame for the incident, but the boy was smart enough to get out of her way quickly and take off. A wise decision, since Stefy had been known to lash out rather cruelly. She watched the kid run off in haste and then chuckled with disdain. "That's right, you better run", she said to herself as she went on her way.<br/><br/>She'd just been in a study counselling meeting with one of her class' mentors, to talk about her future beyond high school. She had dressed up conservatively for a change, very calculating about how she proceeded with the people that might have a thing or two to say about what college she'd be going to next. With her two piece satin suit (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/4163dS3ILpL.jpg), she could easily pass for being halfway in her twenties if she'd wanted to. It was definitely not her usual attire, but when there were gains to be had of this much importance, Stefy would stray from her usual gear and change things up a bit.<br/><br/>Making her way to the girl's bathroom, she took her makeup set out of her handbag and touched her face up a little. Through the mirror, she saw a girl she hadn't seen in school before emerge from one of the bathroom stalls and head straight for her. She left a note and disappeared before Stefy could protest or cuss at her. "<strong>What is it with these little bitches today</strong>", she said aloud. "Who the hell do they think they are." She looked at the note and read it, frowning at the seemingly irrelevant contents which were probably meant for someone else. She had no idea why she should even bother going there in the first place. Her time was valuable and she had better things to do than to go up a few floors to the out-of-bounds area, most likely the place of some meeting of high school losers who would sob about their misfortunes.<br/><br/>She threw the note into the waste bin and instantly forgot about it. She decided she'd seen enough of this damn school for today and made her way through the hallways towards the exit. She was just about to reach to the keys of her BMW convertible when another girl bumped into her, seemingly not by accident. Stefy's face became red with anger as she didn't hesitate to smack the poor girl right in the face without warning. "<strong>Look where you're going you stupid little bitch!</strong>", she yelled as the girl stumbled backwards. The small girl turned around and ran off. A small note had fallen where the two had collided. Stefy picked it up and much to her astonishment it said the precise same thing as the earlier one. Hesitantly, she turned around and made her way upstairs. Having arrived at the room mentioned in the mystery note, she opened the door and looked inside.<br/><br/>"<strong>Brad? What the hell are you doing here with all these scrubs?</strong>"