"H-hey, just leave me alone you guys," she tries to say with defiance. Instead, it ends up coming out like a pathetic whimper.
The group around you consists of shaggy-haired boy with dark eyes, a boy with cropped black hair and a sneering look on his face, a blonde-haired girl with a smirk on her face, and a nerdy-looking prissy-pants guy. They just laugh and close in around the bench you're sitting on.
"Hahaha! What, did we interrupt your imagining?" the shaggy-haired one laughs.
"N-no... What do you mean?" she asks nervously.
They all just laugh. "We know what you like to do for fun," the blonde-haired girl sneers.
"Yeah," one of the boys snickers. "Love imaginary characters, huh? I bet you have fantasies about them alllll the time..."
They all laugh again, and, just as one of them raises a hand to "teach you a lesson", a voice with an English accent interrupts. "So? What's wrong with that?"
She turns around and sees a blonde-haired guy with green eyes and nearly-outlandish eyebrows looking at the group of punks surrounding her. When he notices her looking, he gives her a slight smile and turns back to the group. But, before he could say anything else, a slightly-childish voice spoke up from the other side of the mob.
"Haha, yeah you guys! Picking on a girl is not cool." She turns around and sees a blue-eyed, dark-blonde-haired guy with a bomber jacket on.
"What's it to you two?" One of them sneers.
"Well," the British guy responds, scratching his chin. "The way I see it, no one deserves to be bullied for believing in imaginary/fictional characters. What's wrong with that?"
The girl sneers, and says to her group, "Yeah, well, she's not that fun to mess with anyway. Come on guys." The group saunters off, with a few dirty looks thrown over their shoulders at the three of them. She turns to the two guys who had come to her sudden rescue.
"Uhm.. I was p-perfectly capable of taking care of them m-myself, you know..." she mumbles, turning to gather up her spilled things.
The British one laughs, saying "Of course you were, love, of course."
She blushes, giving him a mean look.
"Hey, Iggy, don't be so hard on her dude! Look what she's had to go through," the other guy says, slapping Iggy on the back and giving her a kind smile. "I'm Alfred, by the way. And this lovable grump in Arthur."
"I-I'm Scarlette," she blushes again, suddenly shy. "W-well, thanks again for saving me you guys. See ya around."
She's stopped from leaving by a gloved hand on her shoulder. She turns around, discovering that it belongs to Alfred. "Hey, Scarlette, you should totally come hang out with us! Right, Iggy?"
"Yes, fine," Arthur replies, starting to walk off in the direction of the corner Arby's. "Come on then, you two. Five cats, anyone?"
Alfred laughs, and starts to follow him, tugging her by the hand. Looking up into his face, she thinks to herself, Is it him? Have I finally met him?
"My hero..." she whispers to herself, not loud enough for anyone to hear, not even Alfred. Then she lets herself be tugged after these two handsome strangers...