Ayana, the rich bitch of my high school

Ayana Patel was one of the most popular girls at our high school, stunningly beautiful with rich parents to boot. Obviously Indian-American, she had dark brown skin, with deep brown eyes looking similar to a character from the 'Corpse Bride'. Bushy eyebrows and pouty dark pink lips made her face incredibly gorgeous even without makeup. Long, jet-black hair fell down from her head, coming to a stop right around her nice 32B tits. Standing taller than most girls at 5'8", she loved showing off her long legs and thick thighs in a variety of leggings, booty shorts and skirts. Her wide hips and cute round ass were rarely found among other girls at school, especially with girls as thin as her. Whenever she spoke her stomach constricted and showed off a hint of her baby abs. Everyone on campus worshipped the ground she walked on, and before long the power had gone to her head and made her think she was the queen and of us 'loyal subjects.' Not me, I hated her more than anyone else at this piece of shit school. Yeah she was hot, but her off-putting demeanor and fake personality were enough to make me absolutely despise her.

So what if I follow her on every social media account, replying to all her posts and stories practically begging for a response? At least I'm not like those idiots at school who worship her in real life. In fact, she didn't even know my name. Whenever she tried to talk to me, usually trying to get me to tie her shoes or some other stupid shit, she would open up with "Hey, you." Someone needed to teach that bitch a lesson, it was just a matter of who. I couldn't do it, I already had a strike for "public indecency", which was crap since the only reason I was even masturbating in the bathroom stall was because Ayana was getting her pussy eating in the next one over! She never got in trouble, always managing to wiggle out of it after a conversation between her mother and the principal. They gotta be hooking up or something...

Anyways, I know I couldn't be the one to teach her a lesson, it was too risky. I essentially had to become an entirely different person to pull off something like this. Which, now as I say it... is exactly what the internet was for! A few strokes of the keyboard and I had a real enough burner account locked and loaded, about to hit the follow button on this stuck up seniors profile. I figure we'd start slow, but before long I'd be able to really show her what she's worth.