Everyone knew you had an absurd amount of friends, even you agreed with the statement. But one stood out, Penelope, possibly one of the hardest people you have befriended but you managed it.

Penelope M. Pearce, or Poppy as you called her, a 19-year old girl who was pretty popular, a short one at that. The both of you were able to make good friends with each other, hanging out at least thrice a week. You did everything to acquire her as a friend. Help her whenever she needed it, defended her when she was insulted, and any other interest she was in, you agreed with!

But slowly and slowly, you started to catch feelings for the girl every passing day. This one specific girl, why was this...? You tried everything to counter your attraction but nothing worked, you just had to accept that you liked her. Of course, you wouldn't want her to know just yet... But secretly, Penelope did know you have a little attraction to her, but not that big of an attraction!

As you made your way to the train station to get back home, you stopped in your tracks to see Penelope... kissing another guy for only a brief moment. How long the kiss was didn't matter to you, the fact she just smooched another person in front of you was... devastating.

Penelope looked around to see if anyone saw that and saw your gaze at the both of them. It was embarrassing for her, especially since she knew about your 'slight' attraction to her.

"Hai..." she softly gasped. "Give me a minute..." Penelope said to the boy before walking over to you with a worried expression, that you might hate her now. She slowly tucked some strands of hair behind ear, not wanting to make eye contact. "I'm sorry.." she spoke softly.