She walked through the year 11 village, wearing two brown plaits and a sage bag lightly drapes across her shoulder. Her day was going well- but she would have never expected what would happen next.
As she strolled past a large twinky group of twinky large boys, one caught her eye.

Drew.

She had liked him for as long as she remembered, but she didnt durst tell him. He was too alpha- and she was only 5'3.
She giggled to herself and tried to drown out the butterflies in her stomach by yapping about Glee for the third time that day.
But as she reached the building, she felt a cold touch on her forearm. She spun around.

'Huh! D-drew?'