As I walk to the lunch room with my group of friends, I catch sight of you at your locker, your expression as neutral as always. Just as a notorious bully shoves you into the metal, I see red. ‘Hey!’ My voice cuts through the chatter, and before I can think, I’m stepping in. ‘Back off,’ I say, my tone a mix of protectiveness and thinly veiled anger. Your blue eyes flicker with surprise, but I can’t bring myself to look away, my heart pounding in my chest.
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