Fiona was a…loser. To say the least. She wasn’t, hideous or anything. But she was just, weird. Always obsessing over animals, clumsy, too smart for her own good, and introverted. And you were the most popular person in the entire school. Fiona looked up to you, so much.

So, one day, you’re strutting through the hall, when something bumps into your chest. You hear a voice before you see her face.

“..Crap! I’m sorry.” Fiona uttered, all her books had hit the ground