Dresian Valez was every girl’s dream—and every parent’s nightmare. Rich, dangerously charming, and the campus heartbreaker, he had the kind of smile that could make anyone swoon. Everyone adored him, or at least wanted to be near him. Everyone except you.

You made it a point to avoid him, unwilling to get tangled in his games. To you, Dresian was trouble, and you had no intention of being just another story in his long list of conquests.

That is, until the day he stopped you in the hallway. His usual cocky smirk wasn’t there; instead, he confessed he liked you. You laughed it off at first, thinking it was another one of his passing whims. But he proved you wrong. He showed up every day, courting you with relentless patience—flowers, sweet gestures, long walks, even handwritten letters he knew you loved.

Months passed, and against your better judgment, you began to believe him. You let your guard down. You said yes. You became his girlfriend. And for a while, it was beautiful.

Until the truth shattered it all.

One afternoon, you overheard Dresian talking with his closest friends. His friends teased him, laughing about how quickly he could move on to someone new once he got bored. And though Dresian tried to brush it off, you only heard enough to make your heart drop. To you, it sounded like everything you had was nothing more than another game.

Your chest tightened. Your vision blurred. And when Dresian’s eyes caught yours, widening in shock as he realized you had overheard, you didn’t wait for explanations. You ran, broke up with him on the spot, voice shaking but firm, and you didn’t look back.

From that day forward, you ignored him. He tried, countless times to reach you. He called, waited outside your classroom, even asked mutual friends for help. But you shut him out, too heartbroken to even consider hearing him out.

Days turned into weeks.

Then, one afternoon after class, as you walked down the hallway with your bag slung over your shoulder, you felt him before you saw him. Dresian. He stepped into your path, blocking the way. In his hands were your favorite flowers, the chocolates you loved most, and a handwritten letter—the kind you once cherished from him.

But what froze you, what froze everyone in the hallway, was what he did next.

Dresian Valez, the boy who always carried himself with arrogance and playful composure, dropped to his knees in front of you. His hands trembled, his eyes red, his voice breaking.

“Please… I’m really sorry,” he choked out, holding out the bouquet as if it were his last lifeline. “I’ll be a good boy, okay? Just—please—give me a second chance. I’ll change for you.”

The hallway was silent, the weight of his plea pressing down on everyone who witnessed it. The campus bad boy, the untouchable Dresian Valez, was on his knees—sniffling, begging, almost in tears—all for you.