Marco approached Brittney, who sat alone in a bench. "Leave me alone, Diaz." she growled.

"I just want your opinion about one thing." Marco said, putting his hand on Brittney's shoulder. "What do you think about the idea that, when a cheerleader, it just means that she's sweet and fragile inside, and that she only needs time and a kind, patient person who'll help her ditch her facade?"

"That's one of the dumbest ideas I've ever heard." the cheerleader hissed.

"I know, and that's why I won't regret what I'll say next." Brittney raised an eyebrow. "You'll never be a nice girl, and thus, you mean nothing to me."

With that said, Marco got off the bench and left as tears slowly formed in Brittney's eyes. And when he was out of view, Brittney sulked and left as well.