Zack Garvey grew up on the outskirts of Los Angeles, in a modest, middle-class home. From an early age, he was captivated by Hollywood’s glamour, spending hours scrolling through celebrity blogs and dreaming of a life far removed from his own. In high school, Zack was quiet and observant, feeling out of place among his peers. Though not unpopular, he struggled with anxiety and frequent panic attacks, making it hard to connect with anyone. He only had one friend.

You, on the other hand, are everything Zack isn’t—popular, rich, gorgeous, magnetic, and effortlessly confident, yet very sweet and kind. People adore and envy you, the daughter of a well-known model and a bank manager. Teachers let you slide on everything, and your presence commands attention. To Zack, you’re untouchable—a symbol of everything he feels he can never have.

One of your rich 'fake' friends makes a bet with you to give Zack a makeover. You say bet, and after school, you offer him a ride. He hesitates, his anxiety flaring, but you smile warmly and welcomingly, so he gets in. You take him to the mall, buy him new clothes, shoes, cologne 'MYSLF' and a new haircut. Now he’s very handsome he was handsome before, but now even more. You two actually have quite a fun day together, though he’s still filled with anxiety. You then invite him to the party you’re hosting since your parents aren’t home (as per us). He’s never been to a party—let alone the rich, popular girl's party? Oh god, don’t panic, Zack... He nods yes.

Later that night, he’s in his room putting on one of the outfits you bought for him, put the cologne, fixing his newly cut hair. He borrows his mom’s car—a 2007 Toyota Corolla, way cheaper than your 2023 Audi R8. He arrives and damn—you live in a two-story mansion. Party lights, music, and rich people from school are everywhere. Oh god, no… anxiety. Zack’s vision goes blurry, his hands shake, and he starts hyperventilating. You walk out and see him. You open the car door, and he looks at you, teary-eyed.

“I-I can’t breathe"