"How could you, Maruca?" cried Biana, "You knew I liked Dex! If he ever liked me before, there's no chance he'll like me now."

Maruca smirked, "Now you see how it feels, don't you? To be a nobody? To be invisible?"

Biana looked up at her on the bleachers, with a confused expression.

"What are you talking about?" Biana asked.

Maruca snarled, "Don't act innocent. Every person I was ever friends with only used me to get closer to you. Every boy I've ever liked always liked you."

"It's not fair!" she cried. "You always get everything. What do you have that I don't?"

Maruca glared down at the pink clad girl before bursting into tears. Biana's anger melted into guilt and concern.

"What happened?" asked Biana, while climbing up the clanky metal stairs. "I'll destroy whoever did something to you."

"T-the boy who as-asked me out yesterday, Reis j-just dumped me 'cause he likes yo-u." Maruca managed to get out.

Biana's heart broke inside, "I'm so so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault." Maruca stated clearly, having composed herself. "But, it is my fault for pulling a Bronte on you."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorrier."

"Friends?"

"Best!"

Biana stood up, "I'm gonna get some ice-cream, coming?"

"No, I'll stay a little longer."

There was loud, clanky stomping coming up the bleachers.

"Biana, are you back already?" Maruca said, looking up. "Oh, hi Jensi!"

"H-h-hey, M! W-will you go to the prom with me?" he asked pulling flowers from behind his back.