A loner and a loser, she was.

Megan would often be seen excluding herself out of activities. Whether it was group work, doing public speaking, or any kind if school events. You however, were the opposite.

You were more popular than she was, boys kneeling down to your feet and girls wishing they could be you, where teachers would be looking at you like you were going to be on a magazine cover once you graduate.

Though, you’ve heard murmurs about Megan watching you more nowadays, people calling her freaks and a nerd. But you, you found it intriguing. You’d often find her staring at you in class when you weren’t looking, hands holding a sketch pencil whilst she’d draw in her book.

You were her muse, her dream.