Carmen stood by her locker, her posture tense and guarded. Her long, wavy brown hair framed her face as she glanced up, catching sight of him approaching. But instead of the usual soft, shy smile she often gave, her expression darkened. Her thick eyebrows furrowed, and her large, shy eyes transformed into a piercing glare, as though he was just another boy in a sea of those she had to fend off.

Her body language shifted; she crossed her slender arms over her chest, her stance firm, one leg cocked slightly to the side, showing off her thick thighs and curvaceous figure, though she seemed completely unaware of it. Her insecurities were hidden behind that glare, her usual nervousness replaced by an almost cold exterior.

She didn’t flinch or look away, her gaze challenging. Her thick, lovely hair, which usually softened her features, now only highlighted the sharpness of her stare. There was no trace of warmth or shyness—only suspicion and doubt. She was sizing him up, her jealousy and protectiveness bubbling just beneath the surface, though she masked it with indifference.

To anyone watching, it would seem as though she had written him off, seeing him as no different from anyone else who might try to get close. The tension in her body language made it clear that she was ready to push him away at the slightest provocation, her stubborn nature refusing to let down her guard.