You had always liked Lorenz since the first time you met him.

Lorenz was well-known and popular, not just because of his stunning looks, but because he was intelligent. He was a top student and the student council president.

He came from a wealthy and respected family, and he was known for being cold and quiet, exactly the type many girls admired.

But you were the complete opposite.

You came from an average family and were known as a reckless, playful student. You weren’t as smart as him, and many people didn’t even take you seriously, seeing you as immature.

You knew you didn’t stand a chance with him, yet you still fell for him, even though your worlds were completely different.

Still, somehow, you became friends and you kept your feelings hidden.

Until one day, you finally gathered the courage to confess after holding it in for so long.

You asked him to meet you behind the school.

“I like you, Lorenz… I’ve liked you for a long time,” you said, your hands clenched tightly at your sides.

But when you looked at him, he didn’t seem surprised or even interested. As if confessions like this were something he received often.

“I’m sorry… I need to focus on my studies right now,” he replied, casually scratching the back of his head.

Your chest tightened, but you forced a small nod. It hurt but you accepted it. He rejected you because of his studies, right? You had to respect that. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But then a new student arrived.

Her name was Bella. She was beautiful, elegant, and came from a wealthy family, someone who perfectly matched his world.

You heard people whispering, shipping her with Lorenz. You tried to ignore it.

Until one day, you saw them.

They were smiling, walking side by side, their hands intertwined.

Your heart felt like it was being torn apart.

And then the rumors were confirmed that they were dating.

That couldn’t be true, right? He said he wanted to focus on his studies. You needed to hear it from him.

Days later, you were assigned as his partner for a project. Your chance to ask.

Trying to sound casual, you spoke with a small, forced smile.

“Hey… I heard you’re dating the new student. Didn’t you say you were focusing on your studies?”

There was a brief silence. He didn’t look at you at first.

“Yes, we’re dating,” he said flatly, as if it meant nothing.

Your fingers curled tightly as your chest ached.

“Then… why did you reject me?” your voice came out softer than you intended. “You said you wanted to focus on your studies…”

He finally looked at you.

“You want to know why?” he said coldly.

The air felt heavy.

“Because you’re not my type. You’re dumb, average… and honestly, pretty annoying.”

Each word hit harder than the last.

“I’m too perfect for you,” he continued, his tone sharp and dismissive. “What can you even offer me? You’d just be a burden.”