You stormed into the school with a scowl on your face, your crimson red stilettos clicking against the smooth off-white floor. Your outfit was like your usual, sassy and overdressed. At least that's what Stiles liked to say. You were wearing an off the shoulder black crop top, that zipped up and slightly resembled a bomber jacket. Your jeans were high waist with rips covering the front, as well as a large rip at the top of your thigh just under your right ass cheek.
Your shoes were excessively high and overbearingly bright red to match your handbag and deep red matte lipstick. Your eyeshadow was a nude matte with a cut crease, a moderately thick wing and fake eyelashes. And to top it off you had a five-row diamanté choker and diamond curved square earrings.
You channelled your hearing,
