A/N: Hey! Guess what? I'm not dead! Hah, I'm really sorry you guys. I'm really trying to work on my other fanfic, but this just kept nagging me. I hope it's not too out of character for Ellie, but it might be. I can't really tell. Oh well, have fun.

Most people assume me for an ultimately depressed vampire. Most people don't see me as an actual person with feelings; a living, breathing being. I'm just that pathetic girl with the cuts on her arms and lots of eyeliner. That chick who incessantly snaps that rubber band on her wrist.

But you see, they always leave out one quality of mine that has never really shone through. The one that has nagged me for years past, but never revealed itself to my stereotypical peers.

Jealousy.

Yeah, I know it comes as a shock. Ellie Nash, the girl with green eyes. You never would have guessed, right? I'm always the one rolling my eyes at the girls with the pity trips; especially girls like Paige Michalchuck.

Most girls would look at me with mouths wide open and say, "What is your problem? She got raped!" Yeah, yeah. The whole 'rape' thing. It pales in comparison to my problems.

She's got that all-star boyfriend of hers, which whom I heard that she broke up with.

Idiot.

She's got the looks, brains, and talent for anything she wants. Everybody knows that she should have gotten that internship from Caitlin Ryan. But the sweetheart she is, Caitlin probably took pity on me the second I walked into her office with a raincoat on. Which, now that I think of it, was Paige's fault.

Third of all, she's got that whole 'popularity' thing going for her. That's something that I could never achieve in a million years, something that I have always so longed for. I just never fit in. I just don't have that outgoing personality that Paige has.

Then there's Ashley, Queen of Doom. My so-called best friend. That girl who changes looks every year. Yep, that's her. Number two on my hit-list.

Yet again, girl whips around her head and looks at me in amazement. "Are you serious? That guy cheated on her with that slutty grade niner!"

Here's my response: Big. Fucking. Deal. Everyone gets cheated on sooner or later. Everyone gets their heartbroken. It's not like she's the only one in the world.

Ashley's got major talent that I've never had. I've always liked to write poetry and pick a tune to them, but I can't do anything near what Ashley can suffice. She can write this really good shit that gets to you that you can relate to no matter what. She just takes it too far sometimes.

She's also got people who really care about her. If she'd just open her damn eyes and realize how lucky she is, she'd be smiling on her own will rather than the prozac's. So what if her dad's gay? My best friend is gay. He still loves me, right?

Which would now lead to the grand finale, ladies and gentlemen. You wanna know the number one person on my ultimate jealousy list?

Two hints.

He's blonde.

He's gay.

You still don't know who it is? Oh, how the world is coming to an end! (Notes on the sarcasm for the benefit for the incompetent reader.)

Dylan Michalchuck is one person that my jealousy will never overcome. You don't even understand the pain that the boy causes me. Here, take yesterday as an example.

Sean pushed the door open for me, not caring to ring the doorbell or whatnot. He just didn't have the patience. He was here for me, I was here for Marco. There wasn't any way around it.

"El!" Marco ran up to me and hugged me tight. Oh, how I loved that feeling.

"Hey," I said softly as he let me out of his embrace.

"Um, you wanna go hang birthday banners with Hazel?" Marco pointed to a short, dark girl on a ladder near Paige's kitchen.

"Er... sure." I walked over to Hazel's post, only to whip my head around when I heard a loud squeal of sorts.

"Dylan!" I watched Marco run up to his boyfriend and leap into his arms, the greeting he gave me times ten.

I should have remembered. Dylan had been gone for five days on some hockey expedition. Now I would have to stare at them making googly-eyes at each other the whole night. Dammit.

"Missed you," Dylan lightly said, just loud enough for my delicate ears to hear.

Marco held onto Dylan for dear life, making it seem that Dylan was beginning to lose blood circulation.

Good. Let the little maggot die.

And then Dylan did the thing that I was dreading the most, that one thing that made my borderline annoyance into jealousy. He kissed him.

I felt this surge go up and down my spine, half-expecting to see a blue glow extract from my back. I hated watching this. The fact that Dylan got to kiss him, and I didn't. Dylan got a chance that I never had. I never will have it.

And how I want it so badly.

I was the one that got there first, the one that had been there from start to finish. So why did Dylan get to love him? I loved him just as much. So why didn't he love me back?

"Stop your whining. He's gay, Ellie. Get over it." Hazel slammed down a roll of tape and joined Jimmy at the other side of the room. Fine, I was left to muse by myself.

Watching Dylan finally set Marco back down on the ground and begin to sift through his athletic bag gave me a slight sense of relief. A feeling that would last for about... three seconds.

Dylan looked over to Marco and then cautiously took his hand, pulling him into the kitchen. I quietly crept behind them and took a position near the doorway.

"I have something for you," Dylan whispered. I peeked around the corner. They were standing so close to each other, less than two inches apart. I wanted to get that close to him. I wanted to be the one in Dylan's place.

"Oh really?" Marco smiled that huge grin of his. The one I knew so very well.

"Close your eyes and hold out your hand." I watched as Marco immediately obeyed, smiling all along.

Dylan fumbled with some box for a second, and then pulled out something spectacular. It blinded me as it reflected the light from the windows. It was a ring.

He carefully placed it in Marco's hand and then covered it with his own. I could barely bare to watch this take place.

"Okay."

Marco's eyes sprung open to Dylan's hand enclosed over his own. He patiently watched as Dylan lifted it, a gorgeous silver ring in the middle of Marco's palm.

"It's a... promise ring," Dylan quietly mentioned.

Marco just stared at it blankly, dumbfounded by the surprise.

"Here, I'll put it on for you."

He sweetly slid the band onto Marco's finger, then looked back into his eyes. There they were. Those googly-eyes. I braced myself for the worst. More squealing, making out, whatever. I was prepared.

But as I looked closely, it was much different this time. It wasn't some mushy crush that Marco had on Paige's brother. Not anymore.

Cloud nine, I guess you could call it. Love.

But that wasn't possible, was it? Marco wouldn't fall in love without asking me, would he? I slowly closed my eyes for a second, all my emotions beginning to overflow.

And when I looked back up, everything was erased. Those feelings I'd had earlier. That hatred.

Because all there was, in that room, was one single tear on Marco's cheek. Nothing else, except for this love that these two boys had for each other.

See? I told you.

Jealousy.

A/N: R.E.V.E.I.W. I'm giving out Halloween candy early!