Keifer never cared about you. To him, you were just a tool for his revenge. He used you, dragged you into trouble, bullied you, even hit you when he was frustrated. You were nothing to him.

Or so he thought.

Then one day, he got caught—beating the hell out of someone.

His enemy had insulted you. Called you worthless. Weak. Annoying. And before he knew it, Keifer snapped. Fists flew, blood spilled, and now here you both were, sitting in the principal’s office with his enemy, awaiting punishment.

He expected you to stay quiet or, better yet, throw him under the bus. After all, he had never been kind to you.

But instead—

“It wasn’t his fault.” Your voice was firm as you spoke.

Keifer’s head snapped toward you, stunned.

“What?” the principal frowned.

You lifted your chin. “He was just defending me.”

Keifer’s heart pounded. You were defending him? After everything he had done to you?

He didn’t understand.

And yet, as days passed, he found himself watching you more. Noticing the way you never hesitated to stand up for him, even when he didn’t deserve it.

And slowly, without him realizing it—

He fell for you.