The moment you fall in love, you unlock all this great potential you thought you never had—Magic. This magic is the source of someone’s boost, a unique ability that no one else in the world has. And when I was a kid, I witnessed everyone but myself awaken their boost. So I thought to myself an explanation as to why, I guess it's hard falling in love when everyone hates you.

I live in a small town called Heavenly. Population: 9000. Nothing particularly interesting about it, but still. It's my home and I love it. If there were anything interesting, however, perhaps it'd be the many farms and the cute animals in them. Or maybe the hot springs where many beautiful women go to relax. Or, I know, the one-thousand-year-old tree that glows mysterious, blue spores and sits atop a hill not that far in the outskirts of our town.

One thing is for sure, I love it here because it's peaceful and because nothing interesting ever goes on—kinda like me! Even if I'm all alone and don't have that many friends, Heavenly will always be my home. Sure, it'd be a thousand times better if I had a hot girlfriend to share this peace and quiet with but oh well, at least I have my magazines. And at least I have my one and only friend, Cassandra. In my eyes, she's undoubtedly the most popular, beloved, and powerful girl in my school. And I appreciate her friendship more than she will probably ever know. However, she belongs to a whole group of friends that are completely out of my league. All I can do is watch her from afar and be thankful for the few moments I get to spend with her.

Cassandra, I'd fall in love with her if only I didn't know that I have a zero percent chance in getting it on with her. She has smooth, peachy skin. Silky, long, pink hair dyed a bit black. Glossy, red lips and sky-blue eyes. Not to mention, a slim waist with wide hips, along with thick thighs and an awesome chest size. She's about an inch taller than me though, so she's probably about 4’10”. In short, she's hot. But not only that, she's the smartest and most capable person I know. She's second place in my entire 3rd year Middle School in both academics and training to becoming a knight.

While me, I'm dead last in training of course—all I can do is barely hold a sword and get my ass kicked by everyone during practice-matches. My grades are okay—nothing to brag about but also nothing to be ashamed of. Still, though, my dream is to become a knight.

I don't know how I will do it, but for sure I will attend Arpie High—the most prestigious knight academy in town. At least, I hope. I like to think so, but I just don't know. I'm lost. I'm scared.

It’s nighttime, and so I’m lying down in bed under my covers, contemplating how meaningless my existence is. And I can't help but think to myself about everything that I have lied about. All I want are friends… all I want is someone to love, to hold in my arms. I'm tired of being lonely, all this peace and quiet is going to drive me insane. Please somebody—anybody, help me!

I start to cry in bed, I could feel my nose hurt a little since that's what happens when you cry while lying down. Everything I thought about in bed is the truth. I don't care about magic nor becoming a knight, but I hope against hope that it will at least help me become popular some day like all the other knights on TV that save the day.

I look at my phone to see if I have gotten any new messages but of course, zero. My vision becomes blurry from all the tears suffocating my eyes, but then I hear something.

Ding!

It was a notification, and as I sit up, I quickly wipe away my tears to see if my eyes are deceiving me. But they weren't. I can feel a warm smile slowly grow on my face as I look at my phone screen.

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It was a text from Cassandra, asking if I'd like to hang out with her after school tomorrow at a nearby cafe to celebrate her official status as the salutatorian.

My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest only to grab my phone and throw it out the window because of how good it was to be true. I think for about five minutes, walking around my room so I can come up with the perfect text as all teenagers with a crush do. Ten minutes pass, then fifteen minutes pass. And before I knew it, my thumbs begin wording out the message my brain has been killing itself to come up with.

I text back, Sure! and immediately facepalm for how stupid that text was. No, you idiot! That sounds too desperate! Ugh! She's gonna hate you and then you won't be able to hang out tomorrow! You ruined it! Just kill yourself already!

I throw myself on to my bed, thinking about all the ways I messed up because of that simple Sure!

But then I hear another Ding! and I spring up faster than the morning wood I have yet to understand.

Cassandra replied, Okay! Let's meet up at the front gate after school (:

At that moment, I knew that I was in uncharted territory. A smiley face??? I think to myself, I don't know how to reply to a fucking smiley face!!

I again think for several minutes, trying to come up with the perfect reply no man has ever come up with before.

I text back. Sure! (:

Yup, that's it. I should kill myself, I think to myself, as I look around my room to see if I can find any sort of rope I can use to hang myself. But then I hear another Ding! and I throw myself to my phone on the bed as if there were someone else in my room curious to see what that mischievous text was about, but I live alone so I just looked like a total idiot.

Cassandra replied, lol, Belly you don't have to try so hard when texting me (;

A WINKY FACE??? I think to myself AND SHE KNEW ABOUT ME TRYING SO HARD??? HOW???

I reply with, Oh, okay. Yeah, you're right. Sorry I'm just not used to texting a lot.

As I lie in bed on my stomach looking at my phone screen, perfectly knowing my face is redder than a tomato, I begin to bury my face in my pillow, overjoyed because tomorrow I will be hanging out with Cassandra, my only friend.

And while this embarrassment is going on, Cassandra, as always—since she was a little girl—is secretly lying down in bed in our middle school nurse’s office.

As she sucks on one of the lollipops the nurse is supposed to give to good students who behave well during a check-up, she stares at her phone, smiling, as her face turns a cute blush.

She says aloud to herself, “Belly, you're so weird.” And continues to text me completely knowing how flustered I'll get over her doing so.

We text all night, and we finally say goodnight to each other around 4am. A little bit disappointed, I put my phone down next to me as I lie in bed.

That was the longest I've ever texted with a girl, I think to myself, still processing it. And that girl was Cassandra!

My chest begins to ache a bit, and I can hear the sound of my own heartbeat. I take off my covers and sit up as I hold my chest because my body is getting hotter and hotter at the thought of Cassandra.

“Tomorrow's a big day,” I whisper to myself smiling.

I wonder what clothes I should wear.