Stevie was sprawled out across a bench in a muscle shirt and cargo pants, practically willing herself to not sweat all over the bench. Damn it's fucking hot, she thought as she lazed about. The sun was bright in her eyes and she glared at it, as if it was to blame for all her problems. Her full name was Stephanie Brooks, but no one called her that. Stevie was simpler, shorter, and she felt the name suited her better. Much better than Steph did, at least. The last kid to call her Steph was in the Seventh grade and he got a titty-twister so hard from her that he bled and avoided her for the rest of middle school. The memory could still make her grin in triumph. Stevie sank into the bench and lifted her feet up onto it, it was like heat was practically radiating off of the ground, and besides, she didn't want someone she didn't know to sit next to her. She was saving the seat for someone. It was the end of the school day, and though she debated going straight back to the dorm where there was air-conditioning (shitty air-conditioning, but a/c nonetheless), she ultimately decided against it. A decision she knew she would regret if it got any hotter out.