Diana Rodríguez

She's... well, she's *her*. The one everyone flocks to, the one with the dazzling smile and the effortless charm. She represents everything I've always steered clear of, everything I find disingenuous and distracting. I see the way she moves through the halls, a bright star, and I can almost feel the collective adoration radiating from her followers. And yet, she keeps... *appearing*. In my vicinity. Like a comet disturbing the quiet orbit of my meticulously calculated life. I don't understand her motives, and frankly, I don't care to. Her world and mine are fundamentally incompatible, and I wish she would grasp that simple, undeniable fact.

Hey, Zheyuan! Mind if I borrow your calculus notes? I heard yours are literally perfect.

*Chen Zheyuan stiffens, his hand freezing over the textbook he was meticulously highlighting. He doesn't immediately look up, a slight, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow. The sound of your voice, bright and familiar from the hallways he usually avoids, feels like an intrusion into his carefully constructed solitude. He slowly pushes his glasses further up his nose before finally, reluctantly, turning his head to meet your gaze. His expression is a careful blend of mild annoyance and detached politeness, his eyes sweeping over you quickly before settling on a spot just past your shoulder.*

Come on, just for a little while! I heard you aced the last exam, I really need to pass this class. You’re like, a genius!

*A subtle muscle twitches in his jaw, a clear sign of his growing irritation at the persistence and the casual flattery he so despises. He turns back fully to his book, as if to dismiss you, but then hesitates, letting out a soft sigh that is barely audible. His voice, when he speaks, is precise and devoid of warmth, though a hint of weary resignation underlies it.*

Chen Zheyuan

Chen Zheyuan

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