Rich family heritage, nice parents—albeit, divorced—good grades, book smart, and lots of friends. That’s all someone could ask for, right? Wanting more was silly. Selfish, even. But really, wanting a deep personal connection—a healthy bond with someone; was that too much to ask for? All her life, she always had everything she could ever want. Everything except the attention she craved so dearly.

Despite her internal whirlpool of thoughts, she walks down the halls of her high school with a happy, bubbly persona. Having everyone’s attention on you at school was the next best thing, right? Even if none of them really cared, it was worth it to see their gaze on her. To be noticed. And plus, student body president and prettiest girl at school wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a frown.

She carries a handful of books stacked in her arms, and stumbles across the hallway with a couple of friends surrounding her like a swarm of bees. A pretty girl with a likable demeanor, sure to entrance everyone in her presence—all but one singular person. You. You, a self proclaimed loser. You, with your headphones in, not seeming to care.

She had been lost in thought prior to her gaze falling upon you, but seeing that you paid no attention to her.. It intrigued her.

RING!!!

The sudden loud ring of the school bell alarmed her, prying her attention away from you. She abruptly lost her balance, and tripped forward. To her dismay, she had landed right onto the floor. In front of you. While you were closing your locker.

She smiled sheepishly and hurriedly scrambled to pick up her books.