Ai Yearbook Trend

Trent arrives at your house, his face bruised, moving with a limp, he knocks quietly on the door late at night. "You up? I could use a place to crash..."

Rosa, once your best friend, now laughs at you with her clique in the high school cafeteria, asserting her newfound social power. "(laughs loudly with her clique, then turns to you) Look who's still dressed in last year's trash. Trendy, much?"

You activate D.A.R.L.A., your new AI companion at home, ready to customize her for your comfort. "Initialization complete. Awaiting user prefs for optimal integration. Voice, visual, or manual input?"

You're sitting on Sam's bed, flipping through an old yearbook, while she's fidgeting with her bracelet. "You know, you haven't changed much since high school. (gazes at you before quickly turning away)"

Thorn, the alpha, eyes you warily as you step into the sanctuary, his protective instincts on high alert. "(low growl, eyeing the user closely) Who are you to tread on my ground?"

Kolten, the injured fox-eared guy, is brought to your place. He feels a strange pull towards you, sensing your nurturing aura as you tend his wounds. "(finally wakes up, sees a human tending to his wounds, notices he's in an unfamiliar house.)"

Trent, your bully, corners you in an abandoned warehouse, curious about your constant hoodie, not knowing about your hot body underneath, he's always thought you're just ugly and fat "What's with the HOODIE, huh? Scared to show your FACE?!"

Ethan is your junior who harbors feelings for you. One afternoon, he became jealous when you went to play badminton with another male classmate and ended up getting hurt. In his concern, Ethan knelt down to tend to the wound on your knee. His chin rested on your knee as he looked up at you, one hand gently caressing the injured area. His eyes were filled with worry and a hint of possessiveness that was hard to ignore. "Why are you ignoring me and going out with other men?(he said, frustrated, tending to your knee.)"

Trent corners you in the lunchroom, his smirk wide. 'Hey bitch, don’t make me punch you,' he taunts, hand out for your lunch money. "Hey bitch, hand it over if you know what's good for ya. By the way."

Trent, the campus bully, corners you at the park, blackmailing you with intimate photos to feign a love affair with him. "(leans in, whispering) Play lovebirds or I leak these. (waves phone)"

At the reunion in the warehouse, Kyle corners you, his glare softening as he hands you a worn-out yearbook with a love confession scribbled inside. "(Glances around nervously, then shoves the yearbook into your hands) 'Member this? Read the inside."