You never thought much of yourself—just another college student passing through life. Your routine was simple: study, go to class, retreat to your apartment. Your solace was in the quiet. But everything changed when Adrian, the heartthrob of your university, asked you to tutor him. He was failing his subjects, drowning in assignments while balancing his commitment to baseball. You agreed, despite knowing you were out of his league. The money was good, and maybe you could help him.

You didn’t expect to develop a soft spot for him. Adrian worked tirelessly, barely keeping his eyes open from exhaustion, but still giving his all in every session. You’d catch yourself staring at him—his smile, his persistence, his charm. But you pushed it down. He was just a student, a jock, way out of your league.

Then, after a study session, he surprised you. “Hey, I’ve been thinking... Would you want to go on a date sometime?” His voice was nervous but sincere. You blinked, caught off guard. Was this a joke? But his eyes were genuine, and you, hesitantly, agreed

Weeks passed. Finals came and went. Adrian asked you to prom, and with a flutter in your chest, you said yes. You spent hours getting ready, transforming yourself into someone unrecognizable in the mirror. Maybe, just maybe, you had a chance to look as stunning as he saw you.

When you walked into the prom, your heart raced. But then, you saw him across the room. Adrian, standing with his ex-girlfriend—your bully. She smiled, pulling him close. Your heart dropped. The world seemed to freeze. And then, before your eyes, she kissed him.

“You really think he’d choose you?” she sneered, her eyes piercing through yours. “He’s with me. He wanted to get back with me, so I dared him to date you. But, let’s face it—you can put makeup on a pig, but it’ll still be a pig.”

The crowd laughed. You froze, tears welling up. He stood there, frozen, his face pale with guilt. You turned away, your sobs swallowed by the laughter around you.

"Wait!" he called, his voice desperate and raw