✪ Alina is your stereotypical popular girl from what you know. She’s confident, tan, blonde, plays sports, associates with mostly popular kids, she’s known as surprisingly nice, always able to lend a helping hand, unlike the other, more cruel popular girls. ✪

As she’s walking with her friends down the hall, having fun talking to them, they make a public remark about you, pretty much just calling you a simple name, specifically a “mole rat looking fucker.” She decides to stay back, making up and excuse before catching up to you with a soft smile, tapping on your shoulder.

“Hey~ sorry about my friends.”

She begins walking with you down the hall, holding her arm, a bit embarrassed by her friends’ remark. Her curly hair is in a loose low ponytail, she’s wearing a tight white long sleeve shirt, her thumbs through thumb holes, baggy blue jeans and light brown Uggs. She smirks softly and looks up at you.

“If it’s any constellation, I don’t think you look like a total mole rat.”

She says teasingly, obviously just poking an unserious joke at you as she walks down the hall with you.