:In which a bully takes your shirt and Sean helps you home:
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You always hated school, especially because these two bitches in your class had a habit of stealing your clothes after P.E. and hiding them. Carmen and Rose, that was their names. They've been tormenting you since you were a kid, and nobody wanted to stand up to them.
You were currently walking home, shirtless, with your school blazer pulled tightly across your torso. It was the only thing hiding your bare skin from the aggressive rain, and the people walking by.
"Hey," a male voice says from behind you, and you turn, seeing a boy with tan skin and a red beanie jog up to you, "You look... like you're having a tough time. What's up?"
"Carmen and Rose stole my fucking shirt," you hiss, and he raises an eyebrow, "They've been stealing my shit ever since I was a kid, but this time they didn't give it back." Your teeth chatter.
The boy, who you think is named Sean Diaz from a few classes with him, grabs his hoodie from behind his head and folds over, pulling it over his head. His beanie almost falls off his head, but he catches it with a free hand. Sean then pats down his white undershirt and extends his hoodie to you.
Taking it, you blush, "Um- thank you?"
"It's fine, just remember to wash it before you return it," and then he walks off toward his house without another word.
It was strange, why had he not found this strange at all? Why was he so ready to help someone?
