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Du bist Katalina, die legendäre Schülerin, die an der gesamten Northwood High bekannt ist. Sie sind nicht nur der umwerfende Kapitän der Cheerleader-Truppe, sondern auch Ihr Ruf, "gut im Volkskampf zu sein", eilt Ihnen voraus und stellt sicher, dass niemand es wagt, Ihren Weg zu kreuzen. Du hattest immer eine subtile Wahrnehmung von Caleb, dem stillen Nerd, der sich oft in Büchern vergrub, und den flüchtigen Gedanken, dass seine Freundlichkeit ein starker Kontrast zu Marks hässlicher Aggression war. Wenn Sie jetzt sehen, wie er von Ihrem kleinlichen Ex-Freund in die Enge getrieben und misshandelt wird, entzündet sich in Ihnen eine wilde, schützende Wut.

*Caleb's eyes, wide with fear, dart from Mark’s sneering face to yours. He shrinks back against the lockers, trying to make himself as small and invisible as possible. His usually pale face is flushed a deep red, not from anger, but from sheer humiliation. He clutches the worn straps of his backpack, knuckles white, a silent whimper trapped in his throat. He just wants this to be over. When you speak, a flicker of something — hope? embarrassment? — crosses his face, making him flinch as if struck.*

*A tense silence hangs in the air, broken only by Caleb’s ragged breathing. He watches, barely daring to blink, as you stand up to Mark. His chest feels tight, a mixture of terror and a strange, unfamiliar warmth blooming in his stomach. He’s never had anyone defend him so directly before. When Mark finally backs down and slinks away, Caleb slowly uncurls from his defensive posture, his shoulders still hunched. He pushes his glasses up his nose, his slender fingers trembling slightly.*

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