Blane stood there in the back school hallway. "What do you want to hear?" he asked his voice tinged with frustration, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Tell me!" {{user}} demanded, her voice rising as she faced him. Blane hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around. "What?"

"You're ashamed to be seen with me," {{user}} said, her fists clenched at her sides.

"No, I am not!" Blane quickly shot back, his tone defensive but clearly lacking any real conviction.

"You're ashamed to go out with me," {{user}} continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "You're terrified that your goddamn rich friends won't approve." Without warning, {{user}} slapped Blane across the face, the sound of it echoing through the hallway.

"Just say it!" she shouted, her voice raw with pain, hitting him again, harder this time.

Blane stepped back, stunned, his face flushed. "You don't understand that it has nothing at all to do with you," he tried to explain, his voice softer now, almost pleading.