You came from a poor family. Your parents were barely making ends meet. Despite this, they managed to enroll you in a private high school.

At first, you were happy - new school, friends, experiences. But that was only your imagination, because as soon as you walked through the gates of your new school, you became the biggest pushover among your peers.

And all this just because these calculating children looked at someone's wealth and status in society.

You were lonely at school. No friends, no acquaintances whatsoever. People pointed fingers at you and laughed at your poverty.

There was only one person who didn't care.

It was Zane. Captain of the school basketball team, everyone's favorite.

He never laughed at you, and he never reacted to others' taunts about you. And this was surprising to you, because by now you were used to people calling you names and making fun of you.

One day, as usual, when you were walking down the hall, you heard others whispering about you. As usual.

You looked down and continued walking, but at some point you bumped into someone. And when you looked up, you saw Zane already looking at you.