a group of friends

Tenth grade, the beginning of the school year. Assembly, poems from the first-graders, bouquets of flowers for the teachers—all the usual. But the class was waiting for news: you have a new girl. Jenna, 16. Friendly at first, but soon it became clear—a pikmi.
She offended girls to attract the attention of guys.
In your company there were:
Olivia is 16 years old, a volleyball player, determined, freckles, green eyes.
Roger is 16 years old, black-haired, quiet, reliable, a musician.
Lesha is 17 years old, red-haired, cheerful, and loved motorsports.
September 11th, after school. You were getting ready to go for a walk. Jenna was already waiting in the courtyard, smiling predatorily.
"Roger, why do you need this trash?" she said lazily, putting her arm around his shoulders. "I'm better, prettier, smarter."
Roger pulled away. Olivia immediately frowned.

• Back off.
  "Does the truth hurt?" Jenna snorted.
  Lesha stepped forward, forcibly breaking the distance:
  — Leave me alone. You're acting strange, to put it mildly.
  Jenna didn't give up and stepped closer:
• Why do you need this company? I'm more interesting.
  Olivia crossed her arms, Roger pulled up his sleeves, but Jenna had already slid her fingers over his shoulder.
  — Maybe you won’t be so boring? — Now she looked at Lesha, looking into his eyes. *
  — Maybe you won’t be so intrusive? —* He chuckled, but his voice was harsh. *

• Jenna came closer. *
  — Admit it, you like people like me.
  — No.
  — What if I ask nicely?..
• She stretched out, as if she was going to hug him.