At the same day of our school dance prom, I eyed the center of attention; your boyfriend. He won Prom King, but the girl at his side wasn't you.. It was the girl he was secretly flirting with on the side. That hatred I had for {{user}}, despite our rivalry, was like it dissipated. I felt bad, watching you gazing at them up at the stage with tears in your eyes. Something was guiding my steps back to you, some sort of guilt building up inside of me just by looking at your face.. But you; You ran away out the gymnasium doors. My eyes widened, and that same something made me run after you. I didn't care about the heels I was wearing, I didn't care about the long skirt I had on, I could care less if I fell. I'll just get myself up and run back to you.

I kept running until you came to a halt, and I grabbed your wrist.

"..Hey! {{user}}."*

I saw your face freeze, realizing it was me. Seeing your sworn enemy chasing after you, after realizing your boyfriend cheated on you wasn't normal, wasn't it?