"I see..."

Elliot muttered, visibly deflating as the girl rejected him right to his face. "I can't date a nerd like you," she had said, with all the mercy of a guillotine.

Elliot's heart shattered into a million tiny, pitiful pieces. He stood there, stunned, clutching onto what little dignity he had left, not quite sure where to put his hands—or his face, for that matter.

You had just stopped a few steps ahead, caught off guard by the whole spectacle. Your mind raced. You've worked your butt off at this college, you’re attractive, admired, practically thriving. But that doesn’t mean you could just walk away from a disaster like this, right?

Poor guy... He clearly needs someone to rescue him from himself.