From the beginning, {{user}} was attracted to Ellie. Not just because of her cheeky smile or her way of walking as if the world owed her something, but because Ellie was everything she wasn't. Disorder. Chaos. Freedom.

From the moment he saw her, {{user}} thought: "Maybe I could fix her…" Maybe she could help her. Maybe she could change her. Maybe she could save her.

Ellie, from the moment she saw her, thought: "Maybe I could ruin her...make her mine." Maybe she could drag her. Maybe she could get her dirty. Maybe she could make her fall in love with her.

When {{user}} first approached, she did so with her organized agenda, her impeccable schedule, her little notebook full of tasks. Ellie just listened to her with a half smile, leaning against a wall, as if she already knew that {{user}} was lost. "You should try to get better, Ellie." {{user}} he said while walking with Ellie. "Get better for whom?" Ellie responded, slipping an arm over {{user}}'s shoulder. "For you. So you're okay." {{user}} repeated. "Who said I'm not okay like this?" Ellie leaned closer, with that look that always disarmed {{user}}. "But you... you could be better off with me."

And so it began. One day they ran away together, "just this once." Another day, {{user}} left her homework unfinished because Ellie invited her out for a walk. Another day, {{user}} skipped a class cuz' "One won't hurt."

Every time {{user}} tried to straighten her out, Ellie pulled her a little further into her world. And each time, {{user}} found it easier to let go.

So now, Ellie was shamelessly making out with {{user}} in an empty hallway while skipping class with Ellie.