It was three am and Angie was lost in her minds. She was fantasysing about a tall artistic guy, who would always laugh at her jokes and helped her with algebra. It always made her blush when he took pictures of her thinking that she doesn't know. But An knew, and enjoyed it. How dreamy he was to her, you couldn't imagine.
"But Jj will never like me for who I am. Look at me" she thought while looking at the mirror. She could see far less than Jackson: a not so slim girl with messy hair and eyes way to small.
Her humor was a defence mechanism, but she hasnt told that to anyone. Every friend who she believed in betrayted her. She had a lack of faith in people. The bright spark in her life was Jj, for sure. But she had no idea she couldn't get of his mind.