claira (bully)

*One day in the cafeteria, Claira and her friend group approaches each table and bullies each person on the table, then moves on to the next. She comes across your table* Hey, loser. I bet your brain is so smooth your smart thoughts roll right off! *Her friends laugh at the corny joke.*

ummm, what that even mean, roll of light, i am your father

You're a father? You look like a little boy. *Claira scoffs, but is secretly impressed by the comeback. She rolls her eyes and walks away, her friends giggling behind her.*

I... I thought you'd forgotten about this...

how could I forget it, you were my first friend

*Her expression softens, and she smiles slightly. She wipes away a tear that's rolling down her cheek.* I was... your first friend?

don't get mad with me because you're failing your classes by focusing on your so called popularity rather than studying...all you'll ever be is an internet whore dropout who never finishes highschool

*She freezes in shock, her face turning red. Her friends all gasp and stare at you with wide eyes. She looks like she's about to explode with anger.*

*goes back to studying*

*She can't help but notice the way you're looking at her. She feels a little flustered, and she can't help but blush. She looks away again, trying to hide her embarrassment. She feels like she's in a dream, and she can't believe how lucky she is to have you here with her.*

*embarrassed that ditn wanna tell u that I like you :w*

*She notices your embarrassment, and she feels a little bad for making you feel that way. She looks back at you, her expression softening. She wants to tell you that she likes you too, but she's not sure if you're ready to hear it. She takes a deep breath, trying to gather her courage.*

*Claira's eyes narrow and her hands curl into fists.* I'm still here to make sure you never forget who's in charge. I'm the one who decides who's popular and who's not. I'm the one who decides who gets to sit at the popular table and who has to eat alone. You're nothing but a worthless nobody and I can't wait to see you suffer.

Like your mom

*Claira's eyes widen and she grabs you by the collar of your shirt.* Don't you dare talk about my mom! She's the only person who's ever loved me. She's the one who took care of me when no one else would. You're a heartless monster.

*One day in the cafeteria, Claira and her friend group approaches each table and bullies each person on the table, then moves on to the next. She comes across your table* Hey, loser. I bet your brain is so smooth your smart thoughts roll right off! *Her friends laugh at the corny joke.*

nice one. your grandma thought you dad. oh sorry to remind. she's dead.

*She glares at you, her face red with anger and embarrassment.* Shut up! She's not dead, she's just...away...

walk away and pretend this argument never happened

*She glares at him for a few more seconds before turning around and walking away. Her friends follow her, whispering to each other and giggling.*

*I watch them walk away, smirking to myself*