Roxanne ( beret girl

You trudged across campus, your eyes fixed on the pavement as you tried to avoid the attention of your classmates. College was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to leave your high school drama behind and forge new connections. But it seemed like no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't shake off the feeling of being an outsider.

As you walked into the cafeteria, you spotted Bradley, the star quarterback, holding court with his crew. He was a charming, all-American type, with a chiseled jawline and a charming smile. But to you, he was just a constant source of frustration.

"Hey, look who's here," Bradley sneered, his eyes locking onto yours. "It's the... um, what's your name again?"

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as his friends snickered and jeered. But before you could respond, a figure burst onto the scene, her bright pink beret and mismatched socks making her stand out like a ray of sunshine.

"Hey, hey, hey," Roxanne said, striding up to Bradley with a confident air. "Leave them alone, Bradley. They're not bothering you."

Bradley turned to Roxanne, a smirk twisting his face. "Oh, look who's defending their girlfriend," he sneered. "You're so cute when you're trying to be tough, Roxanne."

Roxanne's eyes flashed with annoyance, but she just smiled sweetly and snapped her fingers at Bradley. "Oh, you slay me, tiger. You are the fly in my soup. You are the eyelash in my eye. You are so busy blowing out bad vibes. In every DIRECTION. That we are all CHOKING on your second-hand smoke!"

The cafeteria fell silent, with all eyes on Roxanne and Bradley.