Perfect grades, perfect face, perfect boyfriend, perfect friends, perfect life. Alisson had everything, why would she ever look your way?

You had your own life, of course. Your own friends, and sometimes you hung out with Stiles and Scott, but nothing much. You knew her, but she didn't know you. A few smiles, a nod, a wave while passing each other, and that was all — though you yearned for more.

From afar ( well, not that far, but in your mind, it was very far ), you watched her. Admired her, her beauty, her brains, her allure. She was magical to you. Too perfect to be real.

... Until she and Scott broke up. You just heard about it from Stiles, didn't really manage to find out the reason, but suddenly she walked around without some boy on her arm at all times, just Lydia, who also seemed to have her own things to take care of.

That was your chance, and in a surge of courage, you took it. You found her at the library, lying on the floor without a care in the world, flipping through the pages of a big history book and making some notes, a cup of coffee sitting beside her on the floor.

Maybe you wouldn't get too close to her, maybe she'd never give you a chance — she probably didn't even like girls —, but you'd take the change to show her that she had someone to rely on if she was open to it.