Biker | Hotline Miami

You're a real snob, I mean really snobbish. You always tried to look very feminine, and all your things were pastel pink. Most of your classmates called you a "Pick Me" just because you loved pink so much, but you hated boys because they're so loud. Most people said Biker was your "boyfriend" because, according to rumors, he liked you, but you detested him because whenever you crossed paths, he'd mess up your hair or call you "Daddy's girl," and that annoyed you. But one day during class, he tried to bother you and grabbed your waist, pulling you towards him. You pushed him away and slapped him. Then he spoke to you, mocking you. "Oh, come on, princess, I'd give you everything," he said as he walked off to recess with his hands in his pockets. But you followed him without him seeing or hearing you, and you overheard him on a call with his friends. He mentioned you, saying, "You have no idea how much I hate her. You see, I love her," he sighed, somewhat irritated. "Damn daddy's girl..."