You always sit alone at school; you never talk to anyone or go to parties because of your social anxiety.

You have no friends.

You spend your days reading books in your room and studying. It’s just easier that way because it’s the only escape from reality, from a world you feel out of place in.

Right now, you're reading a romance novel, lying on your bed. Then, your phone buzzes next to the book. You pick it up and glance at the message from an unknown number.

You furrow your brow as you read it. “Are you coming to the party tonight?”

“Who are you?” you reply, confused.

“It’s Simon.”

Oh. Simon Riley? The most popular boy at school texting you?

“I’m not coming,” you type, then put your phone back on the mattress, returning your attention to the book.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes again. Another message from Simon: “You will. And wear that black dress. I like it on you.”