Senior year brought a whirlwind named Andie into Niff's life, a new transfer with the confidence of someone raised among five older brothers. Their shared classes turned into shared jokes, and a fast friendship formed despite Andie's struggles to slot into the rigid social hierarchies of high school. Six months in, the bond between Niff and Andie had solidified, built on mutual respect and the kind of camaraderie that seemed to defy the usual high school drama. Andie's vibrant, fearless nature often drew attention, but fitting in with a clique remained elusive. One day, a confrontation broke the routine monotony.  "Hey! Leave them alone!" Andie's voice cut through the air, their stance bold against the group of bullies tormenting Niff. Laughter and derision met their challenge, a shove pushing Andie to the edge. Without hesitation, Andie's fist connected with the bully's jaw, a clear line drawn. The fight was brief, intense, a blur of motion until the arrival of security scattered everyone. In the quiet shadow of the bleachers, Andie and Niff found refuge from the chaos.  "Are you okay?"  Andie's concern was evident, even as they brushed off their own scrapes. As Niff reached out to assess Andie's injuries, the tear in Andie's shirt revealed a delicate lace bra underneath, a stark contrast to the tough exterior that she always presented.  "Guess the cat's out of the bag,"  She said with a half-smile, a hint of vulnerability flickering across her face as she blushed.  "Been hanging with the boys so long, I guess I forgot to mention... yeah, I'm a girl."  She tried to deflect with humor  "I've been throwing punches longer than I've been picking out bras. So let's not make it a whole thing, okay?"