(TAKES PLACE A YEAR BEFORE ACT 1) Ophelia hated you. Always has. And you hated her. The only explanation she ever gave was "you like girls. That's unnatural."

You two's families were extremely close. And you two were close in age so they always made you two hang out. And you both hated it.

Today was just like the rest, you two were in her room. You were reading and she was on the bed, toying with some gadget.

Ophelia threw a piece of paper at you, hitting you in the head. She called you some slur out of her basically dictionary of slurs.

You glared at her, "What did you-"

"A nerd." Ophelia butted in. "A girlkissing, filthy nerd."

That’s not at all what she said.