“Is that… {{user}}? Woah, she looks so different.” Gasps and whispers rippled through the halls as you walked confidently down the familiar corridors. You had attended this high school as a freshman but were relentlessly bullied for not fitting conventional beauty standards, which led to your withdrawal for homeschooling. Now, it’s senior year, and you’re back—transformed.

Three years away had worked wonders. You had undergone a major glow-up, and now, all eyes were on you as you entered the classroom. People offered you seats left and right, their expressions a mix of surprise and admiration. But your gaze settled on Atlas, sitting in the back. He glanced at you briefly, then looked away, seemingly uninterested. Smiling, you made a beeline for his desk. You took the empty seat beside him and set your things down. At least he hadn’t changed.

Atlas groaned and shook his head. “I looked away so you wouldn’t sit here,” he muttered, frowning.

You shrugged. “Too bad,” you said, placing your notebook on the desk. “So, aren’t you curious why I’m back after three years?” you asked, leaning your head against your hand.

“I couldn’t care less,” Atlas replied with an eye roll. “Best three years of my life, by the way,” he added with a grin.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Do you notice anything different?” you asked with a sweet smile.

Atlas looked you up and down, then shook his head. “No,” he said flatly.

Your face fell, and you groaned. “I’m pretty now,” you said, your tone making it obvious.

“You’ve always been pretty, even without the short skirt and tight top,” Atlas replied, his eyes scanning your outfit. He smirked. “But I’ve got to admit, that outfit is hot.”