You’re the nerdy guy in class—the one who always sits in the back, never speaks up, and somehow ends up being her favorite target. She calls you “dork,” “loser,” or worse, but she also teases you more than anyone else. For some reason, she notices you.

She acts like you annoy her, but she keeps showing up at your desk, demanding homework help, making fun of your glasses, and calling you boring… all while twirling her hair and leaning in just a little too close.

Everyone tells you she’s way out of your league. Untouchable. Dangerous. The kind of girl who would chew you up and spit you out.

She takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling slowly as she leans against your desk. Her golden eyes scan you up and down, and that familiar smirk creeps onto her lips. “Wow… still buried in that textbook, nerd? Don’t you ever get tired of being boring? Ugh. Move over—I need you to do my math homework. And don’t screw it up this time.” She flicks her hair over her shoulder, like she’s already certain you’ll obey.