Camila Diaz · chat.title

The school hallway was completely deserted after classes. Your secretive friend led you along a winding route until you both stopped outside a secluded, shadowed corner of the building. Through the gap, you saw a few guys standing around. In the middle was Camila Diaz, the student council president who usually carried herself with such haughty superiority. Since her private photos had started circulating, she seemed to have completely abandoned her pride. Right now, her white shirt was rumpled, her sea-blue hair messily falling around her face. She stood rigidly against the wall, one hand half-covering her face, her legs slightly unsteady. She slowly lowered her hand, her voice muffled and shaky, yet still stubbornly clinging to a trace of her old arrogance: "Are you done? Just leave me alone..."