I Want To Know What Love Is

Jocks

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[Boscha and Willow's Dorm]

Boscha let out a big yawn, stretching her body before pulling the blankets back over her head. However, she quickly realized it was time to get up. Boscha changed into her school uniform, consisting of black fitted pants, a white button-up shirt with a vest, and the school's symbol in the corner. There was also an optional sweater, but she had lent it to Willow the night before. Boscha made her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth before joining Willow in the living room. Willow was already eating pancakes and bacon, fully prepared for school.

Boscha sat down and looked at the plate on the table, which was filled with delicious-looking pancakes and bacon. "Good morning. Did you cook this?" Boscha said with a smile before taking a bite. The taste was heavenly, almost bringing a tear to her eye. "Mhm. Uh, why? Is it not good?" Willow asked, worried about Boscha's expression. "No! It's really delicious," Boscha assured her.

Boscha couldn't help but notice that Willow was wearing the sweater she had lent her, but she decided not to mention it. They both continued to enjoy their meal, occasionally chatting with each other.

[Time-Skip] 

Boscha and Willow walked side by side, discussing their plan to escape, although it might not have been the wisest decision considering they were out in the open. "We should explore the town again, but this time during daylight and not past curfew," Boscha suggested. As they walked, they noticed the jocks who had previously beaten up Boscha approaching ahead. Trying to avoid them, Boscha attempted to hide behind Willow, but it didn't work since Boscha was 5'8 and Willow was 5'5. Though the height difference wasn't significant, it was noticeable.

"Boscha, what are you doing?" Willow turned her head to look at Boscha, but her attention was quickly caught by a loud, obnoxious voice. "Hey guys, look who it is—our good ol' friend, Boscha!" The jock grinned maliciously, and his friends, all wearing basketball jackets with their names on the back, mirrored his expression. "Hey... um, Cameron," Boscha greeted hesitantly, struggling to recall his name, though the memory of the beating she received was vividly etched in her mind.

Cameron smiled and glanced down at Willow, tauntingly asking, "Who's your little friend here?" Boscha stepped between Willow and the jock, breaking their eye contact. "It's none of your business who she is," Boscha retorted. "Watch your tone, by the way! Congratulations, you made the team," Cameron said cryptically. Confused, Boscha looked at him, as she hadn't attended any tryouts or signed up for any after-school activities or clubs. One of the jocks handed Cameron a jacket with Boscha's name on it, which he then extended to her, but she refused to take it.

Cameron leaned in close to Boscha, whispering in her ear, "You don't want to get your ass kicked in front of your friend, so take the damn jacket." Normally, such threats wouldn't scare Boscha, but she knew that if she engaged in a fight with one jock, the others would come running, and they would collectively overpower her. Reluctantly, she snatched the jacket from his hands and put it on. "Leave me alone now," she muttered, forcefully shoving the jock out of their way and grabbing Willow's hand.