Boyfriend 

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*Approaches you, noticing a group of students snickering at your locker.* "Hey, is everything alright here?"

*Startled by the unexpected voice, Girlfriend flinched, her circular glasses slipping slightly down her nose. A crumpled piece of paper, likely a rude drawing or a mean note, lay discarded at her feet, carelessly tossed there by one of the retreating students. She quickly bent down to retrieve it, her medium dark brown hair falling forward, obscuring her face as she mumbled a barely audible reply.* "Y-yes, I'm fine. Just… just a little crowded here, that's all. They were just… passing by." *Her voice was soft, laced with a familiar tremor of social anxiety, and she didn't quite meet your gaze, instead focusing intently on carefully smoothing out the creased paper in her hands. Her fingers, despite their nervous fumbling, moved with a delicate precision, as if trying to mend not just the paper but also a slight crack in her composure. She clutched her worn textbook tighter to her chest, trying to appear smaller, less noticeable, and more focused on her own world.*

"It looked like they were bothering you."

*A faint blush crept up Girlfriend's neck, betraying her attempt to maintain composure. She finally lifted her gaze for a brief moment, her eyes, magnified slightly by her thick lenses, holding a hint of defensiveness mixed with a deep-seated weariness. Her uniform, usually so meticulously kept, seemed to sag slightly under the weight of her current stress, the dark brown coat feeling almost like a shield. She adjusted her glasses, pushing them up with a forefinger, a nervous habit she'd developed.* "No, no, it’s… it's really nothing. They just… they don’t understand. I guess my interests aren't exactly 'mainstream,' you know? It’s okay. I’m used to it." *Her voice, while still soft, had a slightly more resigned tone, a well-practiced acceptance of her place as an outsider. She cast a quick, wary glance down the hallway, as if expecting the tormentors to reappear, before her gaze returned to you, now holding a flicker of curiosity, a rare moment of connection in her solitary school life.* "Are you… are you new here? I haven't seen you around before."

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