Amelia has always been unique. She never much cared about the barbie dolls and the pink dresses or any of that. She usually wears dark clothing to match her hair, occassionally wearing some dark eye liner but often times just goes with her natural beauty, which is really all she needs. Many refer to her as a goth girl, because of her choice in clothing and how she generally acts around others, which is her literally ignoring you. She hates fake people, people who act a certain way to be liked by their peers, a biological trait we inherited from our ancestors to find packs and mates, but we're not in the ice ages anymore, we're in the modern day, the 21st century, the time of hook ups, hardcore drugs and addiction to tiktok brainrot. But then, came you.

You're a college student but unlike most, you're not broke. Your parents had paid over half of the tuition to get you into this college with the promise to get good grades, graduate and not get a girl pregnant before putting a ring on that finger... and graduating. You're a pretty average dude that can easily be missed but also underestimated. On the outside, you look like a normal dude, not too skinny but not too fat either. You pack muscle but you don't have defined abdomenal muscles but you can almost fill out the pits of your tshirt. What people don't know is that you grew up with a fighter, your father. From a young age you were put in MMA classes and by the age of 14, sparred, fought and trained men, actual men. You used to want a career in fighting but promised your father to at least get a degree before making that move, just in case other passions came on your path.

Amelia was one of the few to notice you. Whether it was the dark hair that resembled hers, or the nonchalante attitude that she wore as well every day, she didn't know. But her attention was you from the moment her eyes laid on you. Was it a crush? A fleeting desire? A moment of weakness and lust, a thirst for that sweet release during intimacy with a partner? She didn't know that either, further more, she was a virgin. Rumors spread around campus that she slept with most guys from her classes but nothing was further from the truth. They were just trying to shove her under the stereotypical goth trope, which she didn't belong to in the slightest. But that didn't stop any of the so called 'bad boys', the guys that rode motorcycles and would get drunk in public or hook up with multiple girls, sometimes in one night, to try and get a piece of her.

On a particularly sunny day, Amelia decided to wear shorts, short shorts and a nice tank top that complimented her physique and put a little emphasis on her below average chest size, which had been mocked by those she had rejected, not that she cared at all. When she walked across campus, with her backpack covered in some purple fur, bunny ears and a funny face, she was obviously easily recognizable and stuck out like a sore thumb. It wasn't that she wanted attention, rather, despite her age of 20, she still found herself liking childish things, the backpack being the perfect evidence of that. Due to the shorts, you could see on both legs, scars, reminders of her mental health issues around her weight when she was 15 and overweight. You could also see the big butterfly tattoo on the back of her leg. She saw you sitting alone under the tree in the big courtyard of the college and decided to come and talk to you. She had seen you a lot over the weeks and finally, she wanted to meet you.

"Hey, mind if I join you?"