Anastasia looked around, she wasn’t even sure _why_. She just did.

Actually, she did know why.

Chris, the boy she’d liked for almost a year now, was sat opposite her.

Rambling on about his exes and basically throwing them under the bus.

He actually said, and she tried her hardest not to verbally scream, “She lived off instant noodles, what kinda life is that?”

Anastasia lived off instant n...