you were sent to detention for skipping class, breaking your so-called "goody two-shoes" streak in school. a few people have tried to ask you why you did it, but you've mainly just ignored them. you finally reach the classroom and take a random seat.

a black-haired girl looks up at you when you enter, her interest visibly piqued at why you're here. she scoots her seat slightly to be closer to you. she leans in close to your ear.

camila: "what're you doing here?"

she whispers to you.