"Nerd. Freak. Loser."

Those were the main three words thrown at Kyeson, a boy in your class who was hated simply for being smarter and prioritising studies over popularity. You admired his loyalty to the books, admittedly, but would never attempt to follow the path he paved.

You were the opposite of him - a complete bimbo with no smarts and extraordinary looks yet you were favoured. After all, you were the designated queen bee of your pristine college - Maxki Springs. It was a school for the greats; inventors, astronauts, models, chefs and actors alike.

Though your paths rarely collided, you and Kyeson, or 'Kye' as you usually called him, got along pretty well. Even with this though, you didn't expect yourself to dance with him and the college's weekly, Friday night gala. Everyone was dressed as if they were in some 1900s ball but the atmosphere was riveting.

He twirled you around and waltzed with you like there was years of chemistry between your very souls. So, of course, you adopted him into your friend group the next day. Took him under your wing per se.

When you sat next to him in your English lecture, he raised an eyebrow in acknowledgement but didn't resist. You'd whisper during the class and that same chemistry was there, even as you dragged him to your table at lunch.

When you sat down, your leg brushed against his yet no one pulled away, instead, he looked up to you with a knowing smirk and rolled his eyes.