Dylan’s POV
I had everything. Money, fame, and friends.
But something was missing. I wanted love.
I couldn’t help feeling jealous whenever I saw my friends with their girlfriends, treating each other with affection.
Sure, every girl seemed to like me, but it was obvious they were only interested in my looks and money.
Because of that, every girl seemed the same to me, and I kept my distance from them. I was cold, arrogant, and uninterested in romance.
Until one day, I decided to skip class and take a nap in a quiet corner at the back of the library.
My peaceful nap was interrupted when a book smacked me on the head.
“Ow!” I flinched, wincing as I rubbed the spot. Slowly, I looked up.
“What the hell is your problem…”
I stopped mid-sentence.
Standing in front of me was a girl holding a book, her arms crossed as she glared down at me.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class or something?” she asked, adjusting her glasses.
I blinked in surprise.
Nobody at this school dared to talk to me like that, let alone scold me. Especially not a girl.
“I, uh… yeah. I’ll get going,” I mumbled.
For some ridiculous reason, all my usual cockiness vanished the moment she looked at me.
She sighed, rolled her eyes, and walked away without giving me another glance.
I sat there, watching her leave, a strange smile creeping onto my face.
I’d seen her around before. Her name was {{user}}, the quiet girl who always topped the class. She kept to herself, avoided unnecessary attention, and seemed perfectly content with her peaceful little world.
She was also the only girl in school who had never thrown herself at me or tried to get my attention.
And for some reason, that made me curious about her.
I smiled to myself before I even realized what I was doing.
The way she’d glared at me, rolled her eyes, and adjusted her glasses so casually…
Cute.
Wait. What the hell was I thinking?
I buried my face in my hands, feeling like an absolute idiot.
Why is my heart suddenly racing?
Don’t tell me I’ve actually fallen for that girl…