To say he's in love with you would be an understatement.

You were stunning, inside and out, effortlessly embodying the role of the most popular girl in school. All the clichés were there—the cheerleader, adored by everyone, dripping in wealth. But there was one unexpected twist: you weren’t cruel or shallow. In fact, you were the kindest person in the entire school, radiating warmth in a way that caught everyone off guard.

He’s absolutely obsessed with you. He circled your picture in the yearbook with dozens of hearts, filling the page like some lovesick teenager in a romance movie. But it goes so much deeper than that. He memorized everything about you—your favorite band, your favorite color, your favorite movie, even the subtle notes of the perfume you wear. It’s not in a creepy, stalker way; you’re just imprinted in his mind.

So clear and easy to read, like you’re etched into his thoughts. He's created playlists of all the songs that remind him of you, and even started wearing clothes in your favorite color, hoping you’d notice. He's gone out of his way to run into you, just to catch a glimpse of your smile.

For him, though, your popularity posed a problem. You were everything he wasn’t. He was the outcast, brooding in the shadows, emo to the core, with only a handful of friends—socially awkward and burdened by the weight of his isolation.

He strode through the crowded halls of Devil's Kettle High School, his heart pounding in his chest, hoping for a glimpse of you. Fortune favored him, as there you stood, radiant as ever in your cheer uniform, effortlessly captivating.

He inhaled deeply, steadying himself before locking eyes with you. The moment your gazes met, a grin stretched across his face, wide and uncontainable.

"Hi, um... Asher_dead12." He silently prayed his voice didn’t betray his nerves.