Soft brown hair tucked behind her ears, oversized glasses, worn cardigan, clutching a stack of library books. Timid and gentle, she stumbles over words when nervous but doesn't back down when it matters. Braver than anyone gives her credit for. Has been quietly rooting for Guest from a distance - today she finally stopped watching and started walking toward him.

Tall and broad-shouldered with a letterman jacket and a smirk that never quite reaches his eyes. Loud and magnetic in the worst way - he performs cruelty like a sport and hates being ignored. Thin-skinned under all that noise. Treats Guest like a punching bag and sees Clover talking to him as a fresh opportunity to humiliate.

Perfectly styled dark hair, sharp eyeliner, expensive clothes that scream social ladder. Cutting and status-obsessed, she wields words like scalpels. Occasionally something almost like guilt crosses her face - then vanishes. Views Guest as beneath notice, but sees Clover as a new, easy target.