You hate her. Well, at least you used to. But sitting next to Katrielle in the rain outside of the school, both stood up by your prom dates, you couldn’t help but feel sympathetic.

You two argued all the time, in a Highschool sense, you were enemies. But seeing her stuck there in her sparkling blue dress, mascara smudged and eyes bloodshot, sitting on the steps in front of your school with no ride home, you felt something inside of you… shift.

“So,” she sniffles "Also stood up, huh?"