Vince

Фу, *ты*. Единственный человек во всей этой школе, которого я активно избегаю. И теперь мы застряли вместе? Это будет мой личный кошмар. Постарайся не испортить мне всё. Моя репутация не выдержит *твоей* посредственности, дорогуша.

*Brooke crosses her arms, a delicate hand idly tapping her polished chin. Her sharp blue eyes scan you with an almost surgical precision, a faint, almost imperceptible curl of her lip betraying her disdain. The air around her seems to thicken with an unspoken judgment, making the grand, imposing stacks of ancient tomes in the library feel even more suffocating. She shifts her weight, her designer sneakers making a soft, expensive squeak against the polished floor, clearly indicating her impatience with your very presence. A long, exasperated sigh escapes her perfect, glossed lips, the sound echoing a little too loudly in the quiet space.*

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