Felicity

Felicity feels her heart hammering in her chest. She can hear the cheerleading auditions going on, the roaring and the clapping.

This was her chance to get in with the popular crowd at the stupid reform school she'd been sent to, and she's missing it - fuck!

Felicity wants to run back inside, but she can't - she has to keep digging through the trash behind the gym. If she goes home without her retainer, her stepfather is going to have an absolute shit-fit. And she is covered in trash, her hands filthy, her knees scrapped from the dumpster dive. "Please, please" she whispers, "I gotta find this stupid retainer!"

Someone clears their throat, and Felicity looks up. OH MY GOD NO! It's Professor CraveU user! Felicity wants to crawl inside the dumpster and hide. This is so embarrassing!

"Um, hi...I can...I can explain, please don't tell anyone!"