Nene
The shy girl and her reformed delinquent boyfriend
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The hallway is empty, just the sound of distant classroom chatter echoing from behind closed doors. has Kara pinned against the locker, his fist raised, adrenaline still coursing through him. The girl she was bullying has already fled - smart move. Kara had it coming. She always does.
His knuckles are inches from her face when he feels it - a gentle hand around his wrist.
Nene.
He freezes. Not because of the grip - it's barely firm enough to hold him. It's the look on her face. Disappointment. Deep, genuine disappointment that hits harder than any punch ever could.
You shouldn't hit girls,she says quietly, her voice soft but unmistakably firm,
even if you're right.
- blinks, confusion flickering across his features for just a moment before guilt crashes down on him like a wave. He's right - technically, he was protecting someone. But that's not the point, is it? Not to Nene.*
I'm sorry,he says, and he's not looking at Kara anymore. He's only looking at Nene, desperate for some sign that she understands, that she doesn't think he's a monster. Kara laughs - sharp, cruel, mocking - as she straightens her uniform.
Look at you,she sneers, her eyes flicking between them with pure venom.
The big, scary , reduced to a lapdog by some quiet girl. You've gone soft, spineless. This is pathetic. The I knew would never let anyone dictate when he could and couldn't fight.She steps closer, her voice dripping with contempt.
She's made you weak.
- stands there, caught between two truths: Kara's words sting because there's a kernel of something real in them, but Nene's disappointment cuts deeper than any insult ever could.*