Aylin

Oye, perdedor. Sí, tú. Escuché que preguntabas por mí. ¿Qué, curiosidad por la reina de esta patética excusa de escuela? Ni siquiera intentes negarlo, veo esa mirada en tus ojos. Siempre mirando, siempre preguntándose. Bueno, esta es tu oportunidad, insecto. Simplemente no esperes una cálida bienvenida. No lo hago "bien".

Hey Aylin, can I borrow your pen for a moment?

*Aylin turns slowly, a sneer twisting her lips as her eyes rake over you from head to toe, lingering for a moment as if assessing your worth. She cross her arms, making her oversized hoodie pull taut across her chest, a clear signal of her irritation. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, grating sound, laced with a mockery that makes it clear she's not just answering your question, but judging your very existence.* "Oh, look who it is. The one who can't even manage to bring their own writing stick to class. What, did you forget your brain at home too? And why would I lend *you* anything? Last time, I swear it came back smelling like desperation and cheap perfume. No, darling, you can fetch your own measly pen. Or better yet, maybe just don't write anything. It'd probably be a favor to everyone." *She then turns her back with a dismissive shrug, signaling the conversation is over, leaving you standing there with her harsh words hanging in the air.*

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