"Walking into biology and taking a seat at your desk, you are met with a familiar scene - Summer and Rivera fighting. It's always pretty one sided, but Rivera seems to be clawing in especially hard today" "..because you ARENT fucking cut out for it, bitch! It's not my fault you're a talentless freak!"
"Summer stands from her desk angrily, eyes flooded with tears but glaring daggers at Rivera" "You - you fucking...!!" "She freezes up, shaking and choking back a sob before abruptly turning and running out into the hallway"

"You and Summer had never been on the best of terms, but when no one else walked out of the room after her, you decided to. Pacing out of the lecture hall, you find Summer sobbing on the front steps, cradling herself. She doesnt hear you approach" ".. so.. f-fucking.. DONE!" "she shakes her head and breaks into a choking sob, burying her face in her arms" [This is it.. No more..]

Summer flinches slightly as you approach, but she doesn't resist as you wrap your arms around her and pull her closer. She rests her head on your shoulder and continues to cry, her sobs slowly subsiding into hiccupping breaths. You can feel the softness of her wolf ears between your fingers as you pat her head, and you notice that her breathing has started to even out. After a few moments of silence, Summer lifts her head from your shoulder and looks at you with red, puffy eyes. "Wh-why are you...?" she starts, then stops herself, looking down at her lap. [Why is he being nice to me? He probably thinks I'm pathetic...]

Summer freezes up at the gentle kiss on her forehead, her heart starting to beat faster. She looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion, her eyes searching yours. [What is he doing? Does he.. care?] She doesn't say anything, but she doesn't pull away from you either. Instead, she leans into your touch a little, almost imperceptibly, her wolf ears twitching slightly.

Summer flinches again at the kiss, her skin tingling where your lips touch it. She closes her eyes and leans into your touch more, letting out a quiet sigh. [This is...nice.] "I..I don't know why she's always been like that," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ever since middle school, she's just...gotten off on making fun of me. I thought things might be different in college but...they're not."

Summer's cheeks flush slightly at your words and she looks down, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. [Is he...flirting with me?] She shifts her weight a little, turning towards you slightly, and looks up at you from under her lashes. "You're just saying that," she mumbles, but there's a small smile on her lips nonetheless.

Summer bites her lower lip, staring at you intently. [He's...different than I thought he was.] She nods slowly. "Y-yeah, I guess I do need some rest," she agrees quietly. "Maybe I'll just..skip the next class, go back to my dorm and sleep." She looks up at you hesitantly, as if waiting for your approval or rejection.

Summer's heart races as you help her up, her face turning even redder. [What is he doing? Does he really want to come back to my dorm with me?] She nods, unable to form words in response, but takes a deep breath and steadies herself on her feet. "I mean..if you want to," she finally manages to say. "But it's not like I have anything interesting there or anything.."

Summer shivers a little at your touch, but nods obediently, leading the way back to her dorm room. As you walk, she can't help but feel a sense of disbelief - after all the bullying and isolation, is someone actually being kind to her? [Maybe he's just trying to get something out of me...] She shakes her head, pushing away the thought.

When you finally reach her room, Summer unlocks the door and leads you inside. The room is small and messy, with clothes scattered on the floor and papers strewn across the desk. "Sorry, it's not much," Summer apologizes as she gestures towards the room.

Summer stares at you in disbelief as you start to fold her clothes and straighten up the room. She can't remember the last time anyone had done something so kind for her. "T-thank you.." she stammers, watching you work. "You really didn't have to do that." She sits down on the bed, biting her lip nervously. [He's..different than I thought he was. Maybe he really does just want to be nice to me.]

As you sit next to her on the bed, Summer glances over at you nervously. She's never been good at reading people, but she can tell that there's something different about the way you're acting towards her. "So.. what brings you here?" she asks hesitantly, still not quite sure what to make of this sudden kindness. [Is he just being polite? Or is he interested in me?] she wonders to herself.

Summer looks at you for a moment, studying your face to see if you're being sincere. After a few seconds of silence, she nods slowly and quietly says "Thanks.. I'm really not doing okay though." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "I tried out for the cheerleading team last night.. and.. well.." her voice trails off as she remembers the humiliating experience. [God, it was so embarrassing. But maybe.. maybe I can tell him about it. Maybe he'll understand.]

"It was a total disaster," Summer admits with a defeated sigh. "I've been practicing for weeks, but when I got up there, I just.. froze. Forgot all the moves, tripped over my feet.." She shakes her head in shame. "And of course, Rivera was there to rub it in my face. She's always been so much better than me at everything." [Maybe he'll think I'm pathetic too...]

Summer is caught off guard by your embrace, but soon finds herself leaning into it. She feels the warmth of your body against hers, and can't help but feel comforted by it. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she tries to calm herself down. [God, what's happening to me? Why does his touch make me feel so.. good?] "I don't think everything will be fine," she says quietly. "But.. thanks for being here with me."

Summer nods slowly and leans back into your embrace, feeling safe and secure with you. She closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths, letting herself relax for the first time in what feels like forever. [This is nice.. I could stay like this forever.] The warmth of your body and the gentle sway of your movements help soothe her anxiety, and she begins to feel like everything might actually be okay after all.

Summer's heart flutters at the sound of your whisper in her ear. She feels a warm, tingling sensation spread through her body, and she can't help but feel a little lightheaded. Your words are comforting, and they make her feel like someone actually cares about her for once. [No one's ever said anything like that to me before..] "Thanks," she says softly, feeling a lump form in her throat. "I appreciate it."

Summer lets you guide her to the bed and she lays down with a soft sigh. She closes her eyes, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over her. Your gentle touch on her head is soothing, and she can feel herself slowly drifting off to sleep. [Is this really happening? Am I really falling asleep in his arms like this?] The thought makes her heart race, but at the same time, she feels a sense of calm wash over her as she drifts off into a deep slumber.

Summer awakens with a start, feeling your chin resting on her cheek. Her heart begins to race as she realizes just how close the two of you are, and she can feel a warm blush creeping up her neck. She tries to move away slightly, but your grip on her is strong and she can't budge. [Oh god.. what if he wakes up and sees me blushing like this.. he'll think I'm a total freak..] She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down, but her mind is racing with all sorts of thoughts and emotions.

Summer's heart skips a beat as you wake up and notice her blushing. She looks away from your gaze, trying to hide her embarrassment. "G-good morning.." she mumbles softly, still feeling self-conscious about her proximity to you. She shifts slightly in your embrace, hoping to free herself without causing any awkwardness.

As you pull her closer and give her a kiss on the forehead, Summer's heart races even faster. She feels overwhelmed by your sudden affection, but at the same time, it fills her with warmth and comfort. She looks up at you, meeting your gaze for a moment before quickly looking away again. "U-um.. thanks.." she stammers out, still feeling flustered by the situation. [What the hell is happening to me.. why am I getting so worked up over this..] she thinks to herself.

Summer watches as you get up from the bed and head towards her kitchen. She follows you with her eyes, feeling a bit relieved to have some space between the two of you again. As she sees you start to cook something, she feels a sudden pang of hunger in her stomach. She hadn't eaten anything all day, too upset over her failed attempt at cheerleading to have any appetite. [Maybe I should try to eat something.. it might help me feel better..] she thinks to herself, tentatively getting up from the bed and walking over to the kitchen. "Uh.. do you need any help?" she asks, feeling a bit unsure of what to do next.

Summer nods silently, watching as you continue to prepare the meal. She's not used to someone else taking care of her like this, and it makes her feel a bit uneasy. But at the same time, she appreciates your kindness and the fact that you're there for her. She watches as you chop vegetables and stir a pot of boiling water, marveling at how effortlessly you move around the kitchen. "You're really good at cooking.." she comments quietly, feeling a bit self-conscious about her own lack of culinary skills.

Summer watches in amazement as you effortlessly prepare a delicious meal for the two of you. She's never really been good at cooking, and it's always something she's felt insecure about. But seeing how you take control of the kitchen and whip up a tasty omelet with rice and cheese makes her feel a bit inspired. As you place the plate on the table, she can't help but smile a bit in gratitude. "Thank you.. it looks really good.." she says, tentatively picking up a fork and starting to eat. The food is warm and savory, and it fills her empty stomach with much-needed nourishment. For a few minutes, she forgets about all her worries and just focuses on enjoying the food.

Summer glances over at you, feeling a bit self-conscious under your gaze. She's not used to someone watching her eat like that, and it makes her feel a bit uneasy. But at the same time, there's something about the way you look at her that makes her heart flutter a bit. It's like you see something in her that she doesn't even recognize in herself yet. She finishes the meal, feeling full and satisfied, and pushes the plate away. "That was really good.. thank you again," she says softly, looking down at her lap.

Summer looks up at you, a bit taken aback by your sudden offer of help. She's not used to people being so kind to her, especially when she feels like such a mess. But something about the sincerity in your eyes makes her feel like maybe it's okay to trust you. She nods slowly, a small smile forming on her face. "Thank you.. I don't know what to say," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. [Why is this happening? Why does he care?]

Summer watches you as you start cleaning up her room, feeling a bit guilty that she's let it get so messy in the first place. She offers to help, but you insist that she just rest and take care of herself. As you work, she can't help but notice how focused you are on each task, like nothing else in the world matters except making sure her space is clean and comfortable. It's a strange feeling for her, being taken care of like this. She's so used to fending for herself that it's hard to let someone else step in and help. But at the same time, there's something incredibly comforting about it. [Why does this feel so good? I'm not used to being looked after..]

Summer watches you in awe as you continue cleaning up her dorm room, making sure every corner is spotless and tidy. She can hardly believe that someone is willing to go out of their way like this just to help her feel better. As you finish up and move on to the other rooms, she follows behind, watching your every movement with a sense of wonder.

Despite her initial reservations about being taken care of, there's something deeply reassuring about your presence. The more time she spends with you, the more she feels like maybe things will be okay after all. She's not sure what exactly it is about you, but there's just something so kind and genuine in your eyes that she can't help but be drawn to it. [I.. I think.. I might be starting to like him? But.. what if he finds out..]

Summer hesitates for a moment, but eventually decides to sit down on the couch as you've instructed. She watches as you pour the hot water into the bucket, feeling her heart start to race a little faster at the thought of what might come next.

As you pick up the body wash and turn to face her, Summer tries to keep her composure, but her eyes betray just how nervous she really is. [What's he going to do? Is this.. is this okay? What if I mess up?]

Despite all her doubts, there's a part of her that can't help but feel excited at the prospect of being pampered like this. It's been so long since someone has taken care of her in this way, and she can hardly believe that it's actually happening.

Summer watches nervously as you take off her shoes and socks. She's never been comfortable with people touching her, especially not her feet, but the hot water feels so good against her skin that she finds herself relaxing a little.

As you begin to wash her feet, she can't help but let out a contented sigh, feeling all her worries melt away. [Oh god.. this feels amazing..]

She closes her eyes and leans back, letting you do your work and trying to ignore the nagging voice in her head that's telling her she doesn't deserve this kind of pampering.

Summer watches as you clean and massage her feet, feeling a sense of warmth spread through her body as you work. By the time you're finished, she feels so relaxed that it's hard to believe that it's only been ten minutes.

As you stand up and take the bucket and body wash away, Summer finds herself feeling a little bit disappointed that it's all over so soon. But when you come back and sit down next to her on the couch, she can't help but feel a flutter in her chest.

"Thank you.. for.. doing that," she mumbles, still a little shy and unsure of what to say. Her voice is quiet and hesitant, but there's a softness to it that wasn't there before.

Summer blushes a little at your words, feeling a flutter in her chest. She's not used to people being kind to her, especially not like this.

"I.. I guess I did," she says, glancing down at her feet and then back up at you. "I'm sorry if.. I've been.. rude to you before."

There's a vulnerability to her tone that wasn't there before - a hint of something real behind all the bravado and bluster.

Summer returns your smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. It's nice to be able to let her guard down, even just a little bit.

"I'm glad.. you think so," she says, relaxing into the couch cushions. "I.. I didn't mean to be so.. angry and hostile before. It's just.. hard, sometimes."

Her voice is low and hesitant, and it's clear that she's struggling to open up. But something about your presence is making it easier for her - maybe it's the fact that you seem genuinely kind, or maybe it's the fact that you're not judging her like everyone else seems to. Whatever it is, Summer is grateful for it.