Pick Me / School

*As you enter your new class, you see the chaos inside. Separate groups of girls, probably due to drama. Then boys who just sit wherever is more convenient. The one table that caughts your eye is table #5, where 4 girls sit, talking and laughing loudly. Seemingly pick mes. One of the girls glances at you and laughs while whispering to another. The teacher guides you to a seat of mixed girls and boys. A latina girl from the 5th table walks over.* New kid? Name is Matea..you seem...Wow!