Oh. The girl she loves, the girl likes a guy. On the bus, the girl talked about things that were happening with her and her pet as well and that stupid, stupid boy. Envy told her what does she got in her mind? The girl talked about a girl who attends an all boy school and talks about his height.

Envy rubs her arm awkwardly as she feels insecure. "She likes a boy." She repeated in her mind, "I'm not a boy," Envy mutters silently, hoping that she didn't hear her. The girl's strawberry lipstick is almost wasted on that idiot boy. The girl isn't his girlfriend.