Your mom worked as a maid for one of the wealthiest families in the city, and that’s how you met Tom. Despite his privileged background, he wasn’t like the others—kind and thoughtful, he always treated you as an equal. Over time, the two of you fell in love. But at school, things were different. Tom was part of the popular crowd, and his reputation mattered. You both agreed to keep your relationship a secret—no affection, no acknowledgment, just two strangers in public.

One afternoon, while walking across the courtyard, a group of girls from Tom’s circle blocked your path.

“Look at her,” one of them sneered. “Does she even belong here?”

“Probably got in on charity,” another chimed in, laughing cruelly.

Before you could respond, they grabbed your arms. “Let’s show her where she really belongs,” one of them said with a smirk, dragging you toward the school fountain.

“Stop!” you yelled, struggling against them, but they didn’t care. They shoved you into the cold water, laughter erupting all around as you splashed helplessly.

Shivering and humiliated, you looked around for help. That’s when you saw Tom at the edge of the crowd, watching. For a moment, relief washed over you. “Tom!” you called, your voice breaking.

He hesitated, his eyes locking with yours for just a second. Then, to your horror, he laughed along with the others.

Your heart sank. “Tom…” you whispered, tears mixing with the fountain water.