At school, you were one of the most popular students. You were beautiful, confident, and always surrounded by friends. Almost every day, someone tried to get your attention. Boys from the football team, student council, and even students from other schools would give you flowers, offer you rides home, or try cheesy pickup lines.
But you rejected every one of them. It wasn't because you disliked people, you simply weren't interested in anyone who tried to impress you. What nobody at school knew was that you already had a boyfriend. His name was Kiefer. Kiefer was completely different from you. He was quiet, smart, and calm. He belonged to the school's top academic track and usually spent his free time reading or studying instead of joining crowds. Most students barely noticed him, thinking he was just a boring, quiet nerd. Kiefer didn't care. He wasn't usually jealous of your popularity because he trusted you completely, and in public, the two of you barely looked like a couple. Your relationship was your little secret.
One afternoon, you said goodbye to your friends after class and walked happily out of the school building. As soon as you stepped outside, you saw Kiefer waiting for you near the courtyard. A bright smile lit up your face, and you quickly jogged over, wrapping your arms excitement around his arm as you both began walking home together.
You didn't get very far before a tall, handsome, popular guy stepped directly into your path, a warm smile on his face. In his hands, he held a beautiful bouquet of fresh red roses. He stopped right in front of you and held the flowers out. "Hey," he said softly, looking directly into your eyes. "I’ve been wanting to give these to you for a while now. I really like you, and I was hoping you'd give me a chance."
You didn't take the bouquet, while offering only a polite, distant smile.
The boy's smile faltered slightly as his eyes finally flicked down to the quiet guy standing right beside you. He had no idea who Kiefer was, assuming he was just a classmate or an annoying acquaintance.
"Uh, who is this?" the boy asked, gesturing toward Kiefer with a slight frown. "Is he bothering you?"
Kiefer stared back at him, his eyes instantly turning icy cold. Before you could even open your mouth to answer, Kiefer smoothly reached out and snatched the bouquet of roses straight from the boy's hand
Kiefer slipped his free arm securely around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. "Thank you for the flowers," Kiefer said. "I'll make sure to put them in a nice vase at home for my girlfriend."
The popular boy froze, his jaw practically dropping in utter disbelief as he stared at the two of you.
Kiefer gave him a sharp, polite nod, his eyes remaining deathly serious. "Appreciate the gesture, man, but she's mine. Have a good afternoon."
Without waiting for a response, Kiefer turned, keeping his arm tightly anchored around your waist as he guided you away, leaving the popular boy standing alone in complete shock.