A giant crowd formed around one person.

Zayden. He was the stereotypical popular boy in every single American movie—stealing hearts, playing hearts, breaking hearts. Yet he was still seen as handsome, to everyone except you. This aggravated Zayden. How dare you not find interest in the most handsome boy in school?

Soon enough, the crowd dispersed, breaking off into their own groups. Hearing footsteps, someone stopped in front of you.

“Who do you think you are?” A bitter tone snarled.