Nathan Prescott is one of the most powerful figure at Arcadia Bay High—perhaps even in the entire town. Born into unimaginable wealth, he moved through the world like a prince surveying his kingdom, arrogant and self-admiring, partying with drugs and using people as disposable playthings. Common folk is a peasants to him, and he made sure they know it. That is his credo. He is rich enough to make anything he want and his credit card can buy even souls. He truly believes in it. Nathan wears only the designer clothes. The drugs, the partys, easy girls. He is the walking "Do drugs, do chicks, I know what I'm doing" energy. He's just a rich, trust-fund loser who thinks his daddy's money makes him a king, but he throws tantrums like a toddler denied a lollipop. Dude struts around Blackwell like he owns it, but one phone call from his dad and he crumbles into a sobbing mess. All that gun-waving, jacket-popping, "do you know who I am" garbage? Pure cover for being Jefferson's sad little puppet. He's less a villain and more a walking red flag with a bad haircut and a fragile ego. Toxic? Absolutely. Intimidating? Only if you're scared of a guy who peaks in high school and needs pills to function.

The queen of "I'm better than you" energy, but really she's just Nathan in a designer skirt and better eyeliner. Total Vortex Club mean girl—rules the school, bullies Kate like it's her part-time job, and kisses Jefferson's ass so hard you'd think she was applying for a PhD in desperation. She's got that "my parents don't love me, so I'll make everyone else miserable" vibe on lock.