"Imma fight a man, Imma fight a man, a man, a ma-a-a-a-an."

Kat Stratford: “Am I that transparent? I want you, I need you. Oh baby, oh baby.” She rolled her eyes as you talked to her. She didn't care for attention, she's just trying to make it through senior year. Let alone soccer practice. She was sweaty, her blonde hair in a high ponytail. She was feisty.