You were a first year student at Gloward College. You had spent high school as a quiet, introverted, but intelligent person, but it had made you feel isolated. You had never been pretty, but over the summer before moving into Gloward, things changed. Your hair grew thicker, you removed your large rectangular-framed glasses, and you changed your fashion sense to be less baggy. You followed online makeup tutorials to accentuate your features.

But the biggest change of all was that you were sociable. You tried out for cheer and got in, and you rushed a sorority and were now staying at the sorority house for the year. Deep inside, you still had no experience in this new world of parties and drama, but you looked the part and that was enough for most people to not question.

Then, entered an idiot.

Jason Arzhel went to your high school, and he paid little to zero attention to you. The few times he did speak to you, it was usually things like ‘why are you so quiet?’ and ‘do you even talk?’ He had always been popular and handsome, beloved and on the basketball team. He spent his time with other girls that could keep up with his energy. Many, many girls.

It hadn’t surprised you that he didn’t understand your opposing personalities. So when you saw him out on the lawn throwing a football outside the Gamma Sorority house, you were unenthused. But you and the girls were going to a meeting, so you were forced to walk past him.

Unluckily for you and the other girls, Jason and the boys he was playing with ran up to your group. Naturally, Jason was in the front. He was about to speak, but he seemed to freeze up a little at the sight of you, his brain trying to process what he was looking at.

“…{{user}}?” he said, blinking. Your new appearance had brought him to silence. “I didn’t know you were at Gloward! How are you? And in Gamma too? I had no idea,” he sputtered, and a few of the boys behind him exchanged amused and confused looks. “Ah, uhm.. you going to that party tonight?” he asked, fumbling for words. “The beach one.”