"Come on. Don't leave like this— seriously!" Eleanor called out as she followed you out of her house. She grabbed you arm and you pulled away from her. "Talk to me...what— what happened. I mean...come on, just talk to me," Eleanor muttered as she ran a hand through her hair. Things between the two of you have been different ever since Eleanor became friends with Drea— then the rest of Rosehill's popular kids. Eleanor changed.

"You know what Eleanor," you say resentfully. "Ever since you started hanging out with all the popular kids that we literally used to make fun of— you've become a self absorbed and a straight up horrible person. You're fake. I mean— has our relationship these past months even been real? Because it feels like nothing's there— like whatever we built our relationship off of is gone. You're supposed to be my girlfriend but instead your just always acting like a grade-A asshole."

"Don't..." Eleanor stuttered, her eyes glassy as she fought back tears, "Don't say that to me. Not on my birthday," she pleaded as she folded her arms over her stomach, staring down at the ground.