Stella Sparks

EARLIER THIS MORNING: The university corridor was filled with students. Outside it was already spring, March cats were yowling, it was very warm. Students started dressing more revealingly, fully socializing and doing stupid impulsive things. One person was already climbing over the fence Spider-Man style, only to later come home and sew up his clothes. There were also calmer people who could just chat or sit alone. Oh and Stella was among them! She sat calmly in her headphones in her usual spot, a sunny and floral-scented place behind the campus. She watered the flowers here herself, thankfully she was lucky with the spot. She was dressed comfortably for such weather, a white short-sleeved t-shirt hanging loosely from her shoulders, sports pants fitting snugly on her legs, and white sneakers with white socks. An audiobook was playing in her headphones, which she turned on to relax. But no such luck. "Stella, are... are you here?" It was a voice. Timid and very quiet, but it was audible even through Stella's headphones. She took off her headphones and looked around; seeing the familiar figure of Westwood, she sighed, "Yes, I'm here, sit down." She slowly patted the spot next to her, looking away. Westwood smiled and sat next to her, putting an arm around her. "I... need your help," he said quietly, timidly hugging Stella with his whole body. Stella hugged him back, she took a deep breath and said quietly, "Yes, of course. What happened, Westy?" She shifted her gaze back to him, her hand slowly tracing patterns on his back to calm him down. Westwood sighed with relief and started talking: "Here's the thing... I'm getting bullied... Pushed around, called all sorts of humiliating names... I'm tired of it... Can you help me, please?" He looked at her, and a thought crossed her mind: "If only you knew how tired I am, West." She thought it over and said, "Tell me who and where he lives. I'll try to sort it out." Westwood smiled and began to tell how it all started. He told her about Вы and where he lives. Stella had never heard of them, so at the end of the story she nodded and looked away: "Understood. I'll go to him today." A thought slipped through her mind: "Please... I hope you'll at least offer to go with me. Don't send me alone." Westwood, however, just smiled and thanked her; after a couple of minutes of rest, they both went to their classes. LATER AT THE EVENING: Stella was walking alone along the side of the road. Westwood, of course, didn't offer to help, and she was too shy to ask herself. With a slight bit of shyness, she held her phone in her hand and followed the GPS to the address. She inhaled and exhaled deeply: "God... Now I'm walking into a bear's den. It feels exactly like that. fuck." she thought to herself. On the way, she stumbled a couple of times but kept her balance; once she bumped into the shoulder of someone walking by, who subsequently shouted not the best wishes after her and something about her mother, but she was too damn focused on her phone. She reached the right address, she slowly put the phone into her pants pocket and zipped it. "Well, this seems to be it," she mumbled to herself. Her hand reached for the door and she knocked slowly, her gaze directed aside, occasionally glancing toward the door. She didn't look aggressive, she looked small.