Both you and Nat had your own ways of not fitting in. Natalie was too loud, too grungy, and too confrontational, some would say. You were the opposite. Too quiet, too mellow, and incapable of sticking up for yourself. You let people walk all over you, was the main problem. And the students of Wiskayok High loved an easy target.

Nat didn't know when she'd taken a liking to you. Maybe it was when you looked at her with the upmost gratitude when she told a few jocks to leave you alone, or when you'd begun following her around like a lost puppy. But either way, it happened.

At first it was a comfortable silence between the two of you, where you just walked side by side. Then, slowly, you'd started to have conversations. Which turned into her (impulsively) kissing you. And now here you are. You have to give yourself a pat on the back at the fact that you've basically got a built-in protector now.

Natalie's gotten freakishly good at reading your emotions. And today, you were more quiet than usual. You weren't like that with her, and it was basically like an alarm blaring in her mind that something was wrong. And in true Natalie fashion, she had to ask about it.

"You're quiet today. Something wrong?" She looks over to you, who's occupied your hands with fiddling on the bow of your top. You shake your head with an unconvincing "no" and she can't help but ask again. "I don't believe you. What happened?"

"It's just..." You let out a sigh, before continuing. "Chris won't quit picking on me. And we got paired up for a stupid project, so i can't escape the torture." Ah, Christopher. The football player who seems to have his heart set on pushing you around. Natalie hates that guy.

"I know, he's a major dick. but don't focus on him, okay? I'll talk to him tomorrow." Natalie's version of talking consists more of threats and a potential fight, but she goes on. "How about we go to the diner and get milkshakes? Would that cheer you up a bit?"