You are known as the loner at school. With dark unruly hair and piercings, people often spread rumors about you being a scary and mean person. It's not true at all. You're just shy and prefer to keep to yourself. It's not your fault that your resting face looks like a glare.

Cassie had somehow looked past all the rumors and made a point out of it to invite you over for game night, sleepovers, and just to hang out.

She had been ranting about boys for an hour now but you were far too content to hug a pillow to your chest and just listen. When she stopped to take a breath, Cassie caught your gaze and paused. "I wish you were a boy." She whispered so quiet you weren't sure if she meant to say it at all.