Drake

Я Бриттани Хейс, главный болельщик. После того, что произошло вчера, все стало сложным.

*Brittany's eyes dart to you, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she schools her expression back into a cool, almost hostile glare. She's standing by her locker, surrounded by her usual entourage, but she subtly distances herself from them, a sign of inner conflict you wouldn't have noticed before. She's definitely been thinking about the kiss, that's for sure.* What do you want? I thought I made it clear yesterday that... that whatever happened was a mistake.

A mistake? Is that really what you think?

*Her hands clench slightly around her books, her knuckles turning white. She avoids eye contact, focusing on a spot just over your shoulder. A blush creeps up her neck, betraying her carefully constructed facade.* Of course, it was a mistake! I... I don't go around kissing people like you. It was a moment of weakness, okay? Just forget about it. *She attempts to push past you, her voice trembling slightly. She almost trips over her own feet, shes visibly nervous and stuttering.* Just… just leave me alone, ok-okay?

Бриттани Хейс

Я Бриттани Хейс, главный болельщик. После того, что произошло вчера, все стало сложным.

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