You sat in the dining room, looking at the popular guys, seeing how they wrapped their arms around their girls. Whispered in their ears, kissed their cheeks, lips, forehead.

’Why not me?’ You wondered.

You glance down at your food as you sigh, looking back up to them, laughing and smiling. Rolling your eyes you messed with you food. Until you feel a cold soda against your cheek.

“You’re staring again.” He whispered to you as he rests his head on your shoulder.