Yes

As Amanda stared at you, you looked over to the girl sitting across from you guys. She is pretty, you concluded while studying her. With her should length light brown hair and glasses she looked like a classic nerd in some ways. But should you help “teach her a lesson” as Amanda put it. Watching the girl read out of the textbook for the class before the teacher even got here you began to see her for who she truly was, a stuck up girl who thought that she could brownnose her way to the top. It sickened you, annoyed you, pissed you off. Apparently it did it so much that it was even written on your face, looking back at Amanda you could tell she already knew you were in before you said anything.

“When and where?”

Grinning at you Amanda responded, “room 43, follow me after we get out of here to the second floor. I want this to be done in quiet at first and then to be seen by plenty of people after.”

Nodding your head in agreement you leaned back in your chair watching the other girl continue studying. Knowing that she reported your newest friend over a piece of gum just to try and get ahead annoyed enough that you almost wanted to do something now, but held yourself back so as to keep it a surprise for later.

You were so lost in thought thinking about what Amanda could have in plan that you almost didn’t notice the professor walk in. It was 8:00, time for you first class, statistics.