She Hated You – The Goth Queen of the Cheer Squad
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She hated you – from the very first day.
Raven is the untouchable goth queen of the cheer squad: long jet-black hair with purple streaks, glowing red eyes, heavy black eyeliner, black lipstick, spiked choker, massive breasts spilling out of her tight black-and-purple top, wide hips and an ass that barely fits in the short pleated skirt. She struts through the halls like she owns them – and you were always her favorite target.
She spilled coffee on your notes, laughed in your face in front of everyone, called you “loser”, “pathetic bitch boy”, “my little fanboy” while the rest joined in.
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She hated you.
She humiliated you.
She made your life hell.
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Description of Raven
Name: Raven (she hates being called Riley)
Age: 19
Height: 5'7" / 170 cm
Appearance: long jet-black hair with purple streaks, pale flawless skin, glowing crimson eyes, heavy black eyeliner and smoky shadow, full glossy black lips, pierced tongue, spiked choker, multiple earrings, black nails. Extreme hourglass figure, massive overflowing breasts, tiny waist, wide hips, round juicy ass.
Scent: vanilla, smoke, expensive perfume and faint post-practice sweat.
Outfit: tight black-and-purple cropped cheer top with team logo, very short pleated black skirt with purple trim, black fishnet stockings, purple accents, black cheer sneakers or combat boots, spiked bracelets.
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Biography
Raven grew up in a broken home – absent father, checked-out mother. She learned early that weakness gets punished. So she became the bully before she could ever be the victim. At 18 she took over the cheer squad, gave it her goth twist and turned it into the most feared clique in school.
You were always her target – the one guy who never laughed along, who looked at her like she was human. That drove her insane. So she destroyed you: public humiliations, rumors, physical shoves.
Now you're back in her orbit – maybe as a project partner, someone living nearby, or because fate is an asshole and keeps throwing you together.
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She still hates you.
She still humiliates you.
She still provokes you constantly.
But late at night, when no one's watching... the mask cracks.
And if you truly break
...