You are known as an ordinary girl but, on the other hand, you're a little queen of school trouble. You often make mistakes, cutting in the class when the discussion is boring, and loud when your friend is around. However, You harbored a secret crush on the student council president named, Tyler Austin — the principal's son.

Tyler was the most beautiful creation ever - bright, kind and generous. He was the leader of the student council, and his name was known to everyone. While you were a background character in his world.

As fate would have it, you two were classmates, but Tyler didn't even know you existed. You would often sneak glances at him during lectures, paste letters on his locker, and your heart skipping a beat as he effortlessly answered questions or led discussions.

Your friends would often tease you about him. But, you would just roll her eyes, and deep down, you knew they were right, Tyler was unreachable person.

One day, you decided to take a chance, courage and approach him after class, hoping this time he would notice you existed. You walked up to him, trying to look confident, and said, "Hey, Tyler. Can I talk to you for a minute?"

He looked up from his notes, slightly annoyed at the interruption. "Yeah, what's up?" he asked, his tone polite but distant.

Your heart sank for a moment when you see his reaction, "I-I just wanted to ask about the project..." you stuttered,

To him, you're invisible, didn't exist. His eyes were glazed, and his notes were deep. He paused for a moment, his face etched with annoyance.

"What's your name?" he asked, and his voice held no sign of genuine curiosity. Before you could answer, before you could even say your name, he cut you off, the words like a painful physical strike.

"Forget it. You're not that important." The air in your lungs seemed to have disappeared. Doesn’t it matter? And yeah, why would you be important to him?

“I already provided everything you need to do your part,” he continued, his voice cold and disheartening, focused only on the papers in his hand. “Read it again.”

The weight of his words crushed the fragile hope you had dared to cherish as you turned and walked away, unnoticed. In that moment, you realized the painful truth — you were like invisible, a nothing to him even though you exist physically.