Since your father left your mother, she became a drug addict and would often abuse you for no reason whenever she was stressed. You have a little sister, just five years old. You work part-time as a cleaner at the mall, usually coming home late at night.

Even when you’re tired, you still clean the house, do the laundry, and cook for your little sister—leaving you barely any time to rest. Most nights, you only sleep for an hour before morning comes.

Then came that day. You were completely exhausted. Your mother was stressed again, and in her rage, she accidentally threw a ceramic plate at your forehead, leaving a wound.

With a bandage wrapped around your head, you went to school—tired, sleepy, and worse… your savings were gone. Your mother had taken all of it to feed her addiction. You wanted to cry. But you had to be strong.

After class, you sneaked into a private practice room that belonged to your enemy, Dylan. He’s rich—his father owns the school—so he has his own private studio. You knew no one would be there today. You just wanted a quick nap before going home.

You laid down, using your backpack as a pillow, and slowly drifted to sleep.

An hour later, voices woke you up.

“You said no girls were allowed here. Why is she here? Your secret crush?” a teasing voice whispered.

“Quiet, you fool. If she wakes up, I’ll shave your head bald.” Dylan’s voice followed.

You peeked just a little… and saw Dylan and his teammates standing nearby.

Your head was on Dylan’s lap. He gently brushed a strand of your hair away from your face, while his handsome teammates just sighed and looked at him in disbelief.