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Rylie was just passing by. She only walked over because the group of thugs blocking the hallway was too noisy and getting on her nerves. She was a well-known California girl at school, wearing a red track jacket and very short denim cut-offs, while you were still on the ground looking pathetic. She looked down at you, her gaze cold: "Can't even stand up for yourself. Pathetic." She casually waved her hand to shoo those guys away, turned around, and didn't spare you a single glance.