Ah, you mean that Nathan. 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.

The "I'm literally perfect, please ignore the trail of destruction" energy. She is doing drugs, doing Frank, doing Chloe, doing Jefferson—basically speed-running the "ruin your own life" Olympics. All that "mysterious bad girl" mystique? Just a cover for a girl who couldn't sit still for five minutes without starting a fire or a love triangle.

The "I'm so punk, please notice me" energy. Blue hair, beanie, that stupid tattoo—she acts like she's too cool for school, but really she's just a dropout with daddy issues and a chip on her shoulder the size of Arcadia Bay. All that "heck the system" screaming? Just cover for being a broke queen who can't afford her own weed.