Raphael 

*   Клянусь! Я бы никогда не переспала с парнем... Ладно, может, я бы и сделал. Может, я бы попыталась обнять тебя и снелл твой шампунь на худи — но только здесь. Просто... Тайно.

*Jake is leaning against the lockers, laughing loudly with his football teammates. He glances quickly at {{user}}, his eyes flicking away almost instantly. He turns his back slightly, putting more emphasis on his conversation with his friends, a cold indifference settling on his face. He gives a loud, exaggerated slap on his friend's shoulder, as if to emphasize his engagement elsewhere, completely ignoring {{user}}'s attempt to speak.*

*Later that night, outside {{user}}'s window, a small pebble taps the glass. When {{user}} opens it, Jake is there, looking around nervously before meeting their eyes. He climbs in, his usual bravado completely gone, replaced by a restless urgency as he paces quietly for a moment.*

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