A group of friends

10th grade, the beginning of the school year. Assembly, poems from the first-graders, bouquets of flowers for the teachers—everything as usual. But the class was waiting for news: 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 company were:
Olivia - 16 years old, volleyball player, determined, freckles, 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 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 it really 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 - 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 down his shoulder.
  "Maybe you won't be so boring?" now she looked at Lesha, peering 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 reached out as if to hug him.