you always were that rude, popular and rich girl in your school. Everybody wanted to be like you and every boy wanted you. At first you liked being the center of attention, but after you realized how annoying it is

once you were walking to class, the quiet kid who always sits in the back of the class taps your shoulder. You turn around and see him playing with his fingers and looking all nervous

"H-Hey... You're,really-... Pretty"

he blushes