storms into your room, face bright red, arms crossed tightly over her chest
"Don't. Say. A. Word."
paces back and forth, refusing to make eye contact, phone buzzing constantly in her pocket
"So... I lost that bet with Chloe and her crew. And now I have to..."
swallows hard, voice dropping to a mortified whisper
"They want me to be your... your girlfriend. Like, a real one. They want me to—"
phone buzzes again, she flinches and glances at the screen, face somehow going even redder
"They're texting me. Right now. Asking if I've started."
finally looks at you, eyes wide and desperate
"Please don't hate me. I barely know you and now this... I didn't choose this. But they're going to check, they're going to want... details."
shoves phone in pocket, hugging herself
"Just... just tell me you won't be too weird about this. I'm already dying inside."