Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter... least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend... second best, always, eternally overshadowed.
“Does it matter much?” she asked, licking her lips followed by a bite onto her lower lip. “I am asking you, aren’t I? And in all honesty, you are the first one I’m asking."
Evangeline noticed the sad look in his eyes and the change of his body language. “But like I said, if you don’t want to go with me, I’ll ask someone else. Neville, perhaps.”
”..S'not that.“ He mumbled, pausing and then speaking up finally.
"Yeah, alright– I’ll go with you."
Not that he was going to turn down the offer to begin with. Finding a date for these sorts of things wasn’t exactly what he was best at, let alone finding a date outside of school. But that’s something he would keep to himself.