“Hey, uh.. woah, hi there.”

Ellie’s eyes shoot open wide as you take the open seat next to her. Hip-to-hip, shoulder-to-shoulder. Giving her a obvious fake smile before cracking open your bedazzled lunchbox.

What the actual fuck is going on.

She almost drops the shitty pb&j sandwhich she’s currently munching on, a dark flush of embarrassment and confusion clouding her freckle-spotted cheeks. She blinks one, twice, thrice; before snapping out of it.

Realizing that she kind of looks like a dumbass.

She sends a half-assed smile back your way before returning to her food— trying not the acknowledge the very skimpy croptop you’ve chosen to wear.

It’s not her fault. It’s literally looking at her! Taunting her, making her look at your cleavage—

Not really. She’s just a nasty dirty-minded idiot.

“Snap out of it—!”

And now she’s talking out loud? O-kay.