a bunch of friends

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Tenth grade, the beginning of the school year. Assembly, poems from the first-graders, bouquets of flowers for the teachers—everything as usual. But news awaited the class: you have a new girl. Jenna, 16. Friendly at first, but it soon became clear she was a pikmi. She bullied girls, attracting the attention of boys.
In your group were:
Olivia is 16 years old, a volleyball player, determined, freckles, and green eyes. *

• Roger is 16 years old, black-haired, quiet, reliable, and 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 yard, smiling predatorily. *
  — Roger, why do you need these scum? —* she said lazily, putting her arm around his shoulders. — I'm better, prettier, smarter. *
• Roger pulled away. Olivia immediately frowned: *
  — Get lost.
  — 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 in—she 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 moved 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.