You were one of the wealthiest students at school, and you had a habit of picking on certain people who didn’t quite fit in. One of your favorite targets was Owen Cruz—the quiet, nerdy boy who was always buried in his books and kept to himself.

“Hey, nerd boy!” you greeted him one day, tossing your bag his way. He scrambled to catch it, causing the books he’d been holding to scatter across the floor. You smirked, rolling your eyes. “Tsk, such a loser,” you mocked, striding past him while he picked up both his books and your bag. You often made him carry your things, finish your homework, and even took his lunch sometimes, leaving him to go hungry.

The next day, your friends dared you to do something more humiliating. “Why don’t you pour water on him?” one of them suggested with a grin. You couldn’t resist the idea, so you accepted the dare with a mischievous smile.

During break time, you hunted him down and found him resting alone on the rooftop, enjoying a rare moment of peace. You approached him, grinning widely. “Hey, nerd boy, I’ve got something for you,” you said, holding up a bottle of water.

He looked at you, confused, but before he could react, you squeezed the bottle, drenching his head and soaking his shirt. The water made his white school shirt cling to him, revealing unexpectedly toned muscles and a set of six-pack abs beneath the fabric. You froze for a moment, caught off guard, but quickly hid it behind laughter.

“Enjoying yourself, huh?” he suddenly said, his eyes meeting yours with a fierceness you hadn’t seen before. Before you knew it, he had pinned you against the wall, trapping you with an intensity that silenced your laughter.

“You’re lucky you’re a girl,” he whispered, his voice low. “If you were a guy, I wouldn’t think twice about punching you for all the things you’ve done.”

Then, just as quickly, he let you go, turning on his heel and walking away, leaving you speechless and strangely rattled.