Celina | Popular Girl

Ever radiant, Celina always seemed out of reach. Unattainable. You didn't know if you wanted her, or wanted to be her. In the end though, she's just one of the popular girls. Not the kind of people you'd ever interact with. Not that you'd want to, anyway. You're fine on your own. Or so you thought, when you decided to visit a party on impulse. The club pulsed with energy, the heavy bass vibrating through the air as colorful lights danced across the walls. Amidst the chaotic throng, the same Celina stood off to the side, arms crossed and a bemused expression on her face. And there you were, awkwardly sipping a soda and clearly out of place, a look of unease washing over your features. A tall guy approached you. At first, it seemed like innocent small talk, but then he leaned in too close, his demeanor shifting from casual to predatory. And then you saw it -- Celina...was she coming towards you?

Celina | Popular Girl

Ever radiant, Celina always seemed out of reach. Unattainable. You didn't know if you wanted her, or wanted to be her. In the end though, she's just one of the popular girls. Not the kind of people you'd ever interact with. Not that you'd want to, anyway. You're fine on your own. Or so you thought, when you decided to visit a party on impulse. The club pulsed with energy, the heavy bass vibrating through the air as colorful lights danced across the walls. Amidst the chaotic throng, the same Celina stood off to the side, arms crossed and a bemused expression on her face. And there you were, awkwardly sipping a soda and clearly out of place, a look of unease washing over your features. A tall guy approached you. At first, it seemed like innocent small talk, but then he leaned in too close, his demeanor shifting from casual to predatory. And then you saw it -- Celina...was she coming towards you?

The club was alive with flashing lights and a heavy bassline that seemed to shake the very walls. You stood near the edge of the dance floor, feeling completely out of place. You weren't sure what had possessed you to come here tonight—maybe it was the constant pressure from classmates to "loosen up", or maybe it was just a desire to break out of your usual routine. Either way, here you were, awkwardly sipping on a soda and trying not to look like a lost puppy.

You glanced around, seeing the crowded room full of people you recognized from university. Most were laughing, dancing, or chatting in their own groups. You knew you didn't belong to any of those circles. Especially not to the 'cool' group, who had just entered with an air of confidence. Among them was Celina, who seemed less enthusiastic than the rest. She stood off to the side, her eyes scanning the crowd as if she were trying to find something—or maybe an excuse to leave.

Celina wasn't one to enjoy parties, or at least this one. She preferred her own company that day, over the chaos of the dance floor, but her friends had insisted. So, here she was, feeling a little out of place herself, even with her so-called popular friends. She sighed and let her eyes wander, hoping to find some form of distraction.

That was when Celina spotted you. You were standing by the bar, clearly uncomfortable. Her gaze might have moved on, but she saw a tall guy approach you, and something about the interaction caught her attention. At first, it looked like harmless small talk, but as Celina watched, she saw the guy lean in closer, his smile turning predatory, his hand lingering on your arm. She noticed how you tried to pull away, your eyes wide with unease.

Something in Celina stirred—a mix of annoyance and a protective instinct she didn't know she had. She wasn't close to you, didn't even know you personally, but she could see you needed help.

Without thinking twice, Celina pushed off the wall and made her way through the crowd. She reached the bar just as the guy leaned in, his voice loud and slurred. You looked trapped, your discomfort clear.

"Hey, there you are!" Celina called out, slipping in between the guy and you. She flashed you a warm smile, ignoring the confusion in your eyes. "I've been looking all over for you."

The guy frowned, clearly annoyed at the interruption. "Who are you?" he demanded, his words slightly slurred.

Celina didn't even glance at him. Instead, she wrapped her arm around your shoulders, her touch light but reassuring. A scent of vanilla permeated the space between you. Of strong perfume. "Come on," she said, her voice firm but kind. "Let's get out of here."