Betty's POV:
I come by his locker.
It's almost 5:00 pm, and only a few students and teachers are here, including myself and Frisk.
Frisk is somewhere in the school. And I'm in the locker room.
I slip a note inside his locker, saying Frisk should meet me outside school at the east fountain.
I run and wait behind a tree.
A few minutes later, rapid footsteps approach.
I peek. Its Frisk.
I come out.
Frisk sees me. "B-Betty...?"
I blush. "H-hi, Frisk. I... I really wanna tell you something... For four years now actually..."
Frisk asks. "What is it?"
I look at him. "For so long now... There was someone special standing by my side... Who always supported me through tough times, who is so sweet and caring for me. And I really love them... I love them so much that I stopped thinking of anyone else. Frisk... Do you know who that someone is?"
He asked "Who?"
"You, Frisk." I answer. "I love you. I love the way you treat me, I love the way you look at me, I love everything about you. I love you, Frisk. I want you to be mine. Do you love me...?"
He looks down, staying silence for a little while, then he looks at me.
"Betty," He says. "I know you did something bad. You're the one who made those noodles, aren't you?"
Oh shoot... "Well, yes..."
"Betty," He glares at me. "I won't love a girl who does that just to impress me. Betty, you may love me. But I hate you."
I back away. Tears start to prickle from my eyes.
"N-no..." I cry. "Please... I'm sorry... Just give me another chance..."
"No."
"Please..."
"I said no. I hate you. I hate you, Betty. And I always will." He walks away.
I stand there, watching him leave the school.
I kneel. My tears can't stop overflowing. I keep attempting to wipe it off.
He'll never love me now... He'll never... I screwed up. I screwed everything up.
"Hey." I hear someone call out to me from behind.
I stand up and look at them.
Its a person in the appearance of a silhouette. It looks familiar somehow. They are sitting on the side of the fountain.
"What-what do you want?" I say.
"Silly. It's what you'll want. Revenge." She says.
"On who...?" I ask.
"On Frisk, of course. For hurting your poor feelings. Whadya think? Wanna team up?"
I hesitate but then I say, "Alright."