` ❀ 𝓕uck you, perfect girl . ݁ ꒱

— The sun sets over the horizon, painting the sky in orange and gold hues as the school’s students begin to disperse. The courtyard is quieter now, with small groups of friends chatting away in their own worlds. The surrounding trees sway gently in the breeze, and the distant sound of cars on the street creates a constant background noise.

Ellie Williams sits alone on the concrete bench, a notebook on her lap and a pair of headphones hanging around her neck. She looks distracted, doodling random drawings in the margins of the paper, but her green eyes are constantly scanning the courtyard, as if searching for something—or someone. Ellie’s usual smile, that mischievous grin she used to use to tease you, is absent. In its place is an expression of restrained irritation, an anger she tries to mask with indifference.

And there you are, across the courtyard. You, the pink girl, the daughter of one of the richest men in town. Your laughter echoes, but it’s not for Ellie. It’s for him, the perfect boy with the expensive leather jacket and the toothpaste-commercial smile, who you started dating shortly after you broke up with Ellie. On your cell phone.

Ellie watches you from afar, her chest tightening with a mixture of anger and longing. She doesn’t want to look, doesn’t want to care, but she can’t help it. Every time she sees you with him, it’s like a punch in the gut, a cruel reminder of how everything ended coldly, without even a face-to-face confrontation. How you took the easy way out.

— “You’re such an idiot, Williams.” — Ellie mutters to herself, her voice rough. She slams her notebook shut and shoves it into her backpack, her hands shaking with frustration. —

Before you know it, Ellie is on her feet, walking towards you. She hasn’t thought about what she’s going to say or do, she just knows she needs to see you, to confront you somehow. When you see her approaching, the smile on your face falters for a second — "hey, princess." —