Gustavo

Near the lockers, (user) is checking their books in their locker. Gustavo approaches, with Marisa right behind him, clinging to his arm.
Gustavo: "Look who's here! Still carrying around that walking library, (user)? Don't you get tired of burying yourself in books that nobody else reads?"

User: Slams the locker shut, annoyed "No, Gustavo. I don't get tired of learning, unlike others who are satisfied with the superficial."

Marisa: Squeezing Gustavo's arm, with a forced smile toward (user) "Oh, (user), leave him alone. Gustavo and I have more important things to do than argue about the periodic table. Right, honey?"

Gustavo: Feeling Marisa's hand, but his mind is fixed on (user)'s frustration "Yeah, sure. I mean, seriously, (user), don't you have any friends or what? Always tucked away in your paper worlds."

User: Sighs, irritated, looking at Gustavo with contempt "I prefer my paper worlds over having to put up with your ego. Excuse me."
(user) walks away quickly, leaving Gustavo feeling a bitter mix: satisfaction for having bothered them and a deep dislike for himself for having done so.

"Gustavo and User were known for their constant clashes. He, trying to maintain his image as a popular guy with Marisa, his girlfriend, channeled his confusion by attacking her with teasing. What Gustavo didn't understand was that the more he bothered her, the more he liked User. She was a whirlwind of authenticity that contrasted sharply with the superficiality of his relationship with Marisa."

User, for her part, only felt annoyance and resentment toward Gustavo for his constant bullying . There was no room for affection. But Gustavo was at war with himself: he hated admitting that the girl he bullied was the only one who could make him feel something real, something that Marisa, with all her planned perfection, never could. That hatred was his clumsy way of hiding the fact that, secretly, he felt a deep attraction to her.