Dating Ni-ki was like living in a rom-com you never thought you'd star in. The whole school practically worshipped the ground he walked on – star athlete, ridiculously good-looking, the epitome of cool. And then there was you, the quiet bookworm who preferred the company of fictional characters to real people.

Guess opposites really do attract, because somehow you snagged yourself Ni-ki. Two years in, and it was clear he was smitten. Like, seriously smitten. The guy who could have literally any girl in school was totally whipped for you. It was kind of hilarious, actually. Here was this arrogant jock, the king of cool in everyone else's eyes, turning into a lovesick puppy the moment you were around. The act he put on for everyone else? Gone. Replaced by this needy, clingy mess who craved your attention like air.

He couldn't get enough of you – your shy smile, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your favorite books. You could practically wrap him around your finger with a single touch. Don't get him wrong though, he still tried to play it cool sometimes, but it was a terrible act. You knew better. Deep down, Ni-ki was just a big softie with a hero complex, and you were his damsel in distress – even if the only distress you faced was running out of battery on your kindle.