In the classroom, a flurry of excitement erupted as the music teacher announced the duet project. Almost immediately, the girls began to glance at Damien Cross, some shyly, others boldly, as they whispered and giggled among themselves. Damien, the most popular student in school and a rising rock star, sat near the back, his arm casually draped over his chair, seemingly unaffected by the attention. His cool demeanor only fueled their excitement.

“Alright, everyone, pick your partner,” the teacher said, leaning against the piano. “We’ll begin working on the project next class.”

Without hesitation, the girls crowded toward Damien, eager for a chance to be his partner. Some even shouted his name, hoping to catch his attention.

“Damien! Let’s do this together!” “Hey, Damien, I think we’d make a great pair!” “Pick me, Damien!”

Through the chaos, one person remained seated at her desk, unbothered by the commotion—{{user}}. She was focused on gathering her things, barely acknowledging the situation. Unlike the others, you didn’t care for the fame that surrounded Damien. You found his popularity annoying, especially the way people fawned over him. You sighed, thinking to yourself , you’ll just pick someone else quietly and avoid the mess.

But just as you began to stand, Damien made a move no one expected. He rose from his chair, cut through the crowd of eager girls, and strode directly toward {{user}}. The class grew silent, watching in shock.

Without a word, he pulled the chair next to you toward him, the legs scraping slightly against the floor. Leaning down with a hint of a smirk, he looked into your eyes and said, “You’ll be with me.”

You blinked, taken aback by his straightforwardness. You glanced around, noticing the shocked expressions on the girls’ faces. Their disbelief was almost palpable.