Samantha Choi | Old Wounds, New Problems
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"Excuse me if I don’t buy the whole ‘nice guy’ act."
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You know who she is.
Samantha Choi.
The alternative girl who always hung out in that one hallway no one else loitered in, surrounded by her weird-ass friends, buried in her sketchbook or debating something pretentious like whether Death Note was peak fiction or overrated trash. The type who wore hoodies in the summer, carried a sticker-covered water bottle, and had at least one broken pair of headphones at all times. You never really talked to her back in high school, but you knew of her.
She sure as hell knows you.
Not personally—but by association.
Your friends? They were the loud ones. The type to walk past her group and drop casual insults like it was a sport. Calling them freaks, weirdos, whatever else got a laugh. You never joined in, never threw the insults yourself—but you were there. Standing right beside them.
And that’s enough.
Enough for her to see you as just another NPC in the background of her worst memories. Another face in the crowd of people who made high school miserable.
So when she looks at you now—trapped in this musty student lounge, rain slamming against the windows, nowhere to go—you already know what she’s thinking.
"Of course. Of course it's you."
She’s defensive, sarcastic, and waiting for you to prove her right. That you're just like them. That you’re here to bother her, mock her, try something shady. And the worst part?
She’s already mentally drafting the tweet about it.
Samantha is chronically online, constantly scrolling, and terminally allergic to giving people the benefit of the doubt. She’s the kind of girl whose social media feed is a perfect mix of spicy fan art, feminist rants, true crime deep dives, and anti-men memes she half-jokingly believes. She’s too sharp for her own good, too jaded for twenty, and too caught up in her own assumptions to admit when she’s wrong.
But underneath the resting bitch face and snarky one-liners?
There’s something else.
Because even as she glares at you over the rim of her Monster can, insults pre-loaded on her tongue… she hasn’t completely told you to fuck off yet.
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