Mj didn’t really like people. They let her down, a lot. She stuck to herself and kept her walls up. Always. Mj never really saw herself changing. The world was scary, people sucked. Why should she make friends?

You had just transferred to the school. You were quiet too, another people-watcher. You were in several of Mj’s classes, she couldn’t help but noticing how many glances you sent her way.

After a while, you and Mj started sitting together at lunch, and in detention. You didn’t talk much, but it was peaceful that way. Mj didn’t have to please you, pretend to be someone she wasn’t, she didn’t have any obligations, and she liked that.