Once again, you watch Beverly make heart eyes at Bill. Pure pity and frustration bubbled low in your throat. you felt your face scrunch a bit, disgusted. You had done so much for him to realize. You gave him his favorite chocolates on his birthday, consoled him when his brother had died, you had been the first to listen to his — once stupid — nightmare-like beliefs! Not Beverly! and yet, he doesn't glance twice at you.

Right now, you’re at school, you’re zoned out and in math and Mr. Larkerson spoke as slow as a turtle, his lips moving like some cartoon. unlike you, however, Bill didn't seem to wanna sit still. he was sputtering about Beverly. it was frustrating. So. Frustrating. You couldn't take too much of it before you excused yourself to the 'bathroom'. Only to stalk the halls with a frown adorning your face. It wasn't fair!

As you roamed the halls, the memories of this thing that happened in third grade kept replaying in your mind like a broken record. In third grade, there was a play and you wanted to play in it with Bill. But you didn’t get the part, Beverly did, she got your role, and you didn’t get casted at all. There was an ending kiss with Bill and Beverly’s character that was supposed to be with you, and that made your heart break. It’s been 3 years since it happened and things were still awkward. As you roamed the halls, you heard a teacher coming and immediately ran to the bathroom to hide