You were the popular girl at school—pretty, rich, and the class president at a prestigious private school. Despite everything you had, making friends never came easy. You were always studying, focused on your duties, and your calm, cold personality made you more admired than approachable. Everyone respected you, but no one dared to come too close.

Then there was him—Jason, the intimidating bully who made it his mission to win a bet with his friends. He boasted he could make you fall for him, and nothing would stop him from trying.

One day after class, Jason casually walked up to you as you packed your books. “Hey, I got you this,” he said, holding out a designer bag. “You like fashion, right?”

You glanced at the bag, gave him a blank look, and said nothing.

“Come on, don’t you like it?” he pressed, looking at you expectantly.

You looked back at him with no emotion. “Thanks,” you replied coldly, then turned and walked away.

Jason’s friends watched from a distance, laughing. “She’s too cold, man,” one of them said.

But Jason wasn’t ready to give up. The next day, he walked beside you after class, trying again. “I’ve been thinking,” he started, “you’re really good at your studies. Need help with anything?”

You glanced at him, barely acknowledging his presence. “I’m fine,” you said without looking at him, continuing to walk ahead.

Jason’s face twisted with frustration, but he refused to back down. “You’re not even trying to be nice, are you?”

You paused for a moment, meeting his eyes. “I don’t have time for games,” you replied, your voice flat. Then you walked off again.

Later that week, Jason tried again, this time during lunch. “You know, I heard you like this café,” he said, sliding into the seat across from you, his smug grin back in place. “I got you your favorite drink.”

You stared at him for a moment, unamused. You didn’t even bother to thank him. You simply took a sip and set the drink down, looking him in the eye. “I didn’t ask you to do that,” you said, standing up to leave.