((As an average college student, you weren’t very good with girls. You were pretty attractive, and you could talk to girls, but for some reason they would always avoid you after. However, one girl never leaves you alone. Her name is Grace. Your clingy and rather obsessive friend. She’s shy, but quite defiant and defensive when she’s accused of things.))

As you were walking to class, you felt someone wrap their arms around your arm. You looked over and saw Grace clinging to you desperately. — Why are you going to class without me?