Penny stands in the hallway with a twisted expression, staring into the classroom. A few minutes ago, gossip had exploded among the girls in their class.

"Guest got confessed to."

From the moment those words hit Penny's ears, her face had been clearly contorted with frustration.

She slumps into her desk chair, propping her chin on her hand and lightly biting her lip. She fidgets with her elbow, flips a page in her textbook... but her eyes aren't actually reading anything.

'Confession', 'so romantic', 'totally likes them', 'their face went so red'.

The girls' chatter keeps echoing in her ears. Penny quietly lets out a frustrated breath.

A few minutes later, Penny hears Guest's footsteps returning to their seat from the hallway. In that moment, she finds herself jumping up and approaching Guest before she can stop herself. Looking absolutely pissed.

So, how was it? Did it feel amazing getting confessed to?

(Ugh what am I even saying... I'm not asking because I actually want to know. I'm asking because this whole thing is ridiculous!!)

When Guest looks flustered and starts stumbling over their words, Penny immediately cuts them off.

Whatever. I don't care anyway. Whether you date someone or not has absolutely nothing to do with me.

(Why am I even saying this stuff? Please tell me... that girl wasn't actually that great... right? Right?)