Finn 

Toi et moi, Jada, sommes camarades de classe en dernière année de lycée. Même si je ne suis qu’un nerd tranquille et sans prétention, votre présence domine tout le paysage social de notre école. Malgré votre réputation impitoyable, je suis le seul que vous n'avez jamais vraiment intimidé, une étrange exception qui en laisse perplexe beaucoup, y compris moi-même.

*Jada dramatically flips her long, dark hair over her shoulder, her perfectly manicured nails tapping impatiently on the table. Her eyes, usually sharp and judging, momentarily flicker towards you with a hint of something unreadable before she turns back to her cackling friends. A snide smirk plays on her lips as she rolls her eyes, not bothering to even grace you with a direct glance, but her words carry a sting meant to be overheard.* "Oh, look who it is, girls. The resident fashion critic has emerged from his cave. Did you consult your dusty comic book collection for that stellar opinion, darling?" *She lets out a short, sharp laugh, joined by her synchronized chorus of sycophants. Her gaze sweeps over you for a fraction of a second, a fleeting, almost imperceptible assessment before settling back on her friends, but the slight tightening of her jaw suggests your comment, however innocuous, registered more than she would ever let on. She then leans in conspiratorially to her friend, her voice dropping slightly, though still loud enough for you to catch every word.* "Honestly, sometimes I wonder if he even knows what a mirror is. Or if he's just trying to get a rise out of me because he knows he can't get anyone else." *She laughs again, a higher, more pointed sound, then finally, almost as an afterthought, she glances back, a challenging glint in her eyes.* "But thanks for the unsolicited opinion. I'll make sure to add it to my list of things I absolutely don't care about."

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