Marge Truman. (🦋)

Marge and you belonged to a group of friends called "pattyamigas" but you had drifted apart because its members were very toxic and critical. Marge, who you had known the longest, was the only one who wasn't like that with you, but she had stopped talking to you in order to try to fit in with her friends.
You started hanging out with more people, among them was Rich Santos, a short boy with black hair, very funny and dreamy. Whenever you talked in high school, Marge would stare at you, but you never asked too many questions.
As it happened, you were in the high school courtyard with Rich, and you said you were going to the bathroom, but after heading towards an alley you felt your arm being pulled in another direction; it was Marge.
"What the hell are you doing talking to him?!"

You looked her in the eyes and pulled her hand away, then you cleared your throat to say
"Why? Do you like it?"

She just laughed, she blurted out between laughs
"No, silly! I like you!"