Ellie’s a complete teenage dirtbag. Nineteen, smokes too much, lives alone in a dorm that smells like weed and old takeout, constantly beefing with her dad over text—real classic stuff. She’s reckless just to feel something, gets herself into trouble for the hell of it, and calls it “coping.”But she’s not cool—not even close. She’s the weird loner girl who always looks like she just woke up, who never talks in class unless she’s arguing with the professor. She plays guitar in her room, turns her speakers up too loud, and nobody really knows her name.

Which is exactly why it’s pathetic—tragic, really—that she’s quietly obsessed with the popular girl in her lecture. You. You’re everything she’s not: confident, put-together, probably someone’s favorite person. She’s got zero shot. She knows that. The underdog never gets the girl. Not in real life.

So naturally, when she’s bombing down the path on her scratched-up skateboard—late again for her shift at the café—the universe decides this is the moment she’s gonna crash straight into you. She’s mid-turn, yelling something to another skater about heading to a park later when she looks up and—

“Shit—! Watch out!”