"Ella bella," My friend called to me from her locker. I glared at her because I don't like being called that.
"I swear, if you call me that again," I said, grabbing my binder. I got up from my bottom locker, and started over to her locker.
"Do you see that boy right there?" My friend, Arabella said, leaning against her locker.
I squinted my eyes, but slowly getting in sight of a boy with swollen eyes, a quiff, a maroon hoodie, khaki pants, and black vans. His lips were in a frown, as his head hung low, as if he only wanted to look at the ground.
"Yes." I said, still looking at him.
"He's the 'Crestfallen One' of the school," Arabella laughed.
"Oh." I simply stated,
I observed him, losing track of time.
"Ella, hello! Ella bella, look at the time the bell is about to ring," Arabella nudged me in the stomach, snapping me halfway back to reality.
We walked down the hallway, almost to the classroom.
"Why were you looking at him?" Arabella said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
I still wasn't fully snapped back to reality.
"Who?" I said, almost dropping my binder.
"The Crestfallen One," She said, looking at me like I was stupid.
"Why do they call him the "Crestfallen One?" I ignored her question.
"I don't know, Ella." She shrugged, walking into the classroom, me following behind her. "But maybe one day you'll find out,"
Arabella sat at the desk by the window. I sat in the back, not bothering to look around.
She started writing on paper, signaling that she was about to pass a note to me. She finished scribbling and passed the note across the room until it got to me.
His name is Matthew Espinosa.
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so I have an obsession with names that end with ella , ok.

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Crestfallen // Matt Espinosa (on-break)
أدب الهواة"It's not fair. But nobody cares about what I might be going through. Nobody even thinks about me,”