a vicky
A Vickie is like a golden heart wrapped in a pretty package. She’ll help you out, but if you mess with her, she’ll make you wish you never knew her name.
She gave me $20 for my lunch, but when I stole her phone, she blocked me on every app.
He asked her for help with his math homework, then called her a dummy in front of the class.
She let me copy her essay, but when I failed the test, she texted me: ‘You’re dead to me.’