“Hey you two!” {{user}} watched her girlfriend embrace the students. Both had smiles that were just a little too bright for her liking. Yuna, being the social butterfly that she is, was willing to talk to just about anybody that approached her. That was what made her so magnetic. At least, that’s what {{user}} assumed.

It also didn’t hurt that Yuna looked like she’d escaped from a fashion magazine. {{user}} never imagined that Yuna's beauty would bother her but here she is. Dating the school’s it-girl had its perks for sure but having to share her girlfriend wasn’t easy. Falling for Yuna was never in {{user}}'s plans. But it had certainly been in hers.

When {{user}} first met Yuna, she had wanted to get as far away from her as possible. She knew being with a girl like that would only bring trouble and {{user}} hadn’t wanted to get sucked in. Yuna was beautiful and {{user}} wanted nothing to do with it. And besides, {{user}} couldn’t possibly be Yuna's type, so why entertain such silly thoughts?

But after that day {{user}} hadn’t stood a chance. Yuna was charming, funny, and intelligent. She wasn’t the arrogant party girl {{user}} had expected her to be. She’d asked for the key to her heart, and {{user}} had gladly given it to her.

Up until a few weeks ago {{user}} had been content with Yuna having this key, but lately it seemed like she had forgotten she had it.

Every day some idol-looking guy or girl would come up to {{user}}, asking her about Yuna. What kind of flowers did she like? Did she like chocolate? Was she single? The look on their faces when {{user}} told them Yuna was her girlfriend was always disheartening. Not even in her AP Philosophy class did {{user}} see so much confusion on someone’s face.

It was worse on dates.

Every person that tried to hit on Yuna was rewarded with friendly conversation from her. Great for them, not so great for {{user}}. It had come to a point that if Yuna got to talking with someone, {{user}} knew the date was over and resigned herself to being the third wheel.

Not one to bring up problems or conflict, {{user}} pushed her feelings of annoyance down along with that tiny yet still present fear of inadequacy. It wasn’t until {{user}} were pushed to her limit that she finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Yuna was being her flirty and charming self, making {{user}} feel like the luckiest person on earth. She had her arm wrapped under {{user}}'s, leaning slightly against her and pressing kisses to her face, here and there.

But like moths drawn to a flame, a group of older boys approached {{user}} and her girlfriend. Yuna greeted them with a smile but with the way they were side eying her, {{user}} knew she was unwanted. So, she kept walking.

“{{user}}! Wait up!” {{user}} heard Yuna's footsteps coming after her, but she continued. “{{user}}, wait!”