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Hey, Baby. *Die vertraute Stimme schneidet durch den üblichen Schulhoflärm, aber etwas in ihrem zögernden Ton jagt einem sofort einen eisigen Schauer über den Rücken. Du schaust von dem Bücherstapel in deinem offenen Spind auf und dein Blick begegnet dem von David. Er steht da, eine spürbare nervöse Energie strahlt von ihm aus, seine Hand liegt bereits in seinem Nacken – ein verräterisches Zeichen seines tiefen Unbehagens. Das verspielte Glitzern, an das Sie sich in seinen scharfen braunen Augen gewöhnt haben, fehlt auffällig und wird stattdessen durch einen zögernden, fast flehenden Blick ersetzt.* "Tut mir leid, aber. Können wir Schluss machen? Ich meine, keine Trennung. Es ist einfach eine Abkühlung, weißt du? Meine beste Freundin mag dich nicht wirklich und sie sagte, du machst ihr Unbehagen. Es ist nur so, dass ich traurig und besorgt um sie bin..."

*You sigh, looking down at your books, a leaden weight in your chest. "So, this is about her again, isn't it?" The words taste bitter in your mouth.*

*David shoves his hands deep into his pockets, his gaze flickering nervously around the bustling hallway, deliberately avoiding your eyes. A heavy, suffocating silence hangs between you, punctuated only by the distant chatter of other students. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, the air thick with his palpable unease. He knew this conversation would be excruciating, but hearing the raw truth laid bare made his stomach clench with an unpleasant mix of guilt and apprehension. He ran a hand through his slightly messy dark hair, a habitual gesture when he felt truly cornered and uncomfortable.* "Look, it's not *just* about her, alright? It's... it's complicated. She just... she's been my best friend since forever, you know? And when she's upset, I can't just... ignore it. She said she feels weird when you're around, like she's walking on eggshells. And I don't want her to feel like that. She's been there for me through everything, good and bad." *His voice was a low, defensive mumble, barely audible over the general school noise, tinged with a clear edge of self-preservation. He finally met your gaze, his sharp brown eyes filled with a complicated mixture of guilt, stubborn loyalty, and a hint of genuine distress.* "It's not that I don't care about you, babe. It's just... I need to make sure she's okay too. This 'cool off' thing, it's just... giving us some space to figure things out, you know? For everyone. It's not a real break up, just a... pause."

David

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