There's a boy next to me
And he never will be
Anything but a boy at the bar
Nina knows. She knows she has no chance. Maybe—Maybe that's what made her start this in the first place. Maybe that's the reason she had always cherished the pink-haired girl. Because she was afraid to have a chance. Chances meant hope and hope is a terrifying thing because you can have it and then it can be snatched away in the blink of an eye. Then, of course, it would grow inside you again and all you could do was be happy for a bit until it was snatched away, leaving you breathless and hopeless and rejected and alone. That's what she hated the most, was being alone. So she focused all her attention on somebody who would never reciprocate what she felt—somebody who didn't even know what she felt. She reasoned that is was easier that way. Less painful.
It could have been Shirley, or Milly, or anybody else, for that matter—but it had to be somebody she didn't know. And who better than the girl who had saved her life? It helped, of course, that she was a princess—it all leads back to the fear of being rejected.
Nina hates herself, a little bit.
And I think he's the tops
He's where everything stops
How I love to love him from afar
But maybe she feels like she can forgive herself a little bit when she looks into those eyes and doesn't see hate or mistrust or judgment, only understanding. If there was somebody who could relate to her, if this perfect being could relate to her, then… Maybe being the way she was wasn't such a horrible thing. Even when she slams her narrow hips into the table and excitement and pain course through her body—she doesn't think it's that horrible anymore. That she's that horrible anymore. Maybe… Maybe she can forgive herself.
When he walks right past me
Then I finally see
On this barstool I can't stay
When heard the news, she was sitting with everyone else in the student council room, typing contentedly on the computer and catching Rivalz looking at her out of the corner of his eye, no doubt wondering again why she was in high spirits. She smiles to herself as she remembers exactly why she's so happy. A nervous fluttering starts in her chest, and she looks up for a minute at the T.V. Who does she see but the girl she'd just been thinking about? After a minute of wondering if her mind was playing tricks on her, she heard gasps and screams erupting from the mouths of all her classmates. "W-What is it?" She asked, paranoia edging towards the front of her mind. "Princess Euphemia's been shot!" They cry, and suddenly nobody else is in the room. There isn't even a room anymore. There's a hateful blackness surrounding her, and she trips over her feet to get away from it as nausea creeps slowly over her throat. She breathes deeply. Not true, she tells herself. Not this soon, not like this… She feels the slow curling of hopelessness wrapping around her like so many other times, and she struggles for breath once again. Then she's out of the school, somehow and the blackness fades away and oh, god, Princess Euphemia is—
Nina screams.