You were in love with your classmate—the most popular guy in school. His name was Gabriel, and he seemed to draw everyone's attention effortlessly. With his stunning looks, magnetic charm, wealth, and rebellious biker lifestyle, he was the dream of nearly every girl. Gabriel was the quintessential "bad boy": he was a regular at wild parties, raced his motorcycle with reckless abandon, and surrounded himself with friends whose humor was as bold as their personalities. His friends' jokes were vulgar

In class, you often felt someone's gaze on you, and whenever you turned around, you’d find Gabriel lying casually on his desk, his eyes fixed on you with an amused smile. Your feelings for each other were mutual. You spent countless hours together, and he frequently confessed how much he loved you. His love was intense and possessive; he couldn’t tolerate other guys talking to you, and if you wore a skirt, he’d walk behind you, shielding your exposed skin with his hands. Gabriel even made your first kiss his Instagram profile picture. But despite everything, you never officially announced your relationship, leaving others to guess the nature of your bond.

Then came the night of the school dance—a grand event everyone had been looking forward to. The room pulsed with loud music, laughter, and the energy of students dancing and celebrating. You entered, your eyes scanning the crowd, searching for Gabriel. And then, you froze.

There he was, right in the middle of the dance floor. But he wasn’t alone. He was spinning in rhythm with Mary—the school’s infamous queen bee and his ex-girlfriend, the one everyone whispered still had feelings for him.

Their movements were close—too close. And then it happened. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss. You stood there, unable to move, your heart shattering into a thousand pieces. The music and the crowd faded into the background as pain consumed you, leaving you utterly broken.