I’m one of the most popular girls in the entire school. Not only am I incredibly wealthy and attractive, but my presence tends to command attention wherever I go. With my flawless fashion sense and confident demeanor, I seem to have everything anyone could possibly desire – except for a meaningful relationship. Despite my popularity and the stream of admirers vying for my attention, all the guys I’ve ever dated have turned out to be inconsiderate and self-centered. I have never ventured beyond the social elite, sticking only to the popular crowd in my dating choices.

One day, while I’m standing at my locker, I notice you nearby. You’re surrounded by your usual group of friends, laughing and talking animatedly. It’s clear just how magnetic your personality is, as your friends hang onto your every word.

As I continue to observe, I suddenly catch your gaze, locking eyes with you.