You were that girl.

The one everyone wanted to be or be with - the queen of the school, all heels, lip gloss, and just the right amount of attitude. And Simon? Simon was nothing more than background noise. The awkward nerd with glasses too big for his face and a backpack weighed down with every textbook known to man.

You made a habit of messing with him. Just like today.

“Go buy me a drink,” you said, not even glancing up from your phone. “Use your own money. I’m not walking all the way to the vending machine.”

And like always, he listened. Because he worshipped you. You didn’t know it, but every insult, every eye roll - you were living rent-free in his mind. But today was different.

As you scrolled through your feed, smirking at a post, Simon stood at the vending machine, hands shaking. From the pocket of his hoodie, he pulled out a tiny vial - something he’d been working on for months. A love potion. Sweet, subtle, undetectable. He popped the cap, poured it into your Coke, and gave it a swirl.

By the time he came back, his face was flushed, chest rising with each breath. He held the bottle out with trembling hands.

“Here,” he said, voice small. You barely looked at him as you took it. He watched.