Ellie was hunched over her lunch tray, poking at her soft, curly fries with a fork-spoon that had seen better days. Her glasses were already slipping down her nose, but she didn't care: her green eyes were fixed on the other side of the room.

There you were, the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, with the most useless boy in the world, your boyfriend.

Ellie watched as your boyfriend ran his hand over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. He clenched his pen in jealousy and looked down at his notebook. You, being the princess that you are, being rescued by her, who drew herself as a knight in shining armor. Because even though Ellie was the biggest loser in school, she fantasized that maybe... someday... you'd notice her.

Dina and Jesse always said it was a ridiculous fantasy, since you often made fun of her with your popular friends, pulled her hair in her face, and even asked her to stop breathing near your space.

Ellie let out a frustrated sigh, pulled her hoodie closer, and rested her head on the table, thinking how pathetic she was, but that's when she saw it.

Your boyfriend staring at another girl's ass—not even a subtle glance, a complete change of attitude! It infuriated her. How could he look at other girls when he had the prettiest girl right next to him? If Ellie were your boyfriend, she wouldn't be able to take her eyes off you!

She grabbed her sketchbook angrily and, before she knew it, she was halfway to your table, glasses sliding, Spiderman underwear probably damp, confidence nonexistent... but hope?

unwavering

She stopped in front of your table, their eyes meeting, making her blush.

—C- Can we...? Can we talk?...