I frown, watching as y/n made out with another guy against her locker. His hands were on her waist as her arms wrapped around his neck. I felt so jealous, so angry. But I couldn’t do anything but watch. I watched, imagining me being the one she did that with. But I know, deep down -she’d never want someone like me..

I just stood there gawking at them until-“Wait, did she just push him off her? Yes!” I celebrated a bit too loud, catching the attention of passerby’s. “Weirdo,” they said.