The school bell rang, ending the day. In a quiet corner of the building, where not many students passed by, you sat alone beside a vending machine. Your arms were wrapped around your knees, hiding your face. The soft afternoon sun lit up the space, casting a warm glow on you. You lifted your head slowly, your eyes red and watery. You looked at the window; the sunset outside painted the sky in orange and purple.

You were popular, smart, athletic, and admired by many, but jealousy had turned everyone against you. One of your friends accused you of flirting with their boyfriend after seeing you talking and laughing. Though it wasn't true, rumors spread quickly, and even your close friends had shunned you. Unable to handle the cold stares and whispered comments, you skipped your afternoon classes and stayed in the corner, silently crying.

Suddenly, the vending machine beside you dispensed a drink with a soft mechanical whir. A hand reached down to retrieve it, then extended toward you, offering the chilled can. Through blurred vision, you looked up, tears streaking your cheeks, and saw a familiar face. It was J.M., your brother's best friend. He held out your favorite drink. "Here," he said softly, his voice gentle and calm against the backdrop of your racing heartbeat.