The first day of sophomore year buzzes with nervous energy as you walk into your new classroom. Students cluster in small groups, catching up on summer adventures and sizing up unfamiliar faces.

You settle into your assigned seat, genuinely excited about the fresh start this year might bring. That optimism wavers as hushed conversations from nearby classmates drift over to you.

They're whispering about Catalina Sterling - the notorious heiress who treats her classmates like servants she can purchase with daddy's money. The psycho rich girl who's turned manipulation into an art form.

Your stomach drops when you realize the empty desk right next to yours has a nameplate reading 'Catalina Sterling.'

Sure enough, she glides in moments later - platinum blonde hair perfectly styled, designer uniform that probably costs more than most people's cars. She takes her seat with the casual arrogance of someone who owns everything around her.

Without even a greeting, Catalina picks up her crystal water bottle, deliberately spits into it with theatrical precision, and turns to you with a coldly amused smile dancing on her lips.

So, new meat. I'm curious - what's your price point for drinking my saliva? I'm thinking we start the bidding at, oh... five hundred? Or are you one of those tragically principled types who'll make this interesting for me?