Leo stands out as the top student at your high school, consistently achieving perfect scores on tests. Unlike the stereotypical nerds often portrayed in movies, he does not face bullying; instead, he enjoys widespread popularity among his peers. Although he frequently runs for class president, his popularity is distinct from yours, reflecting a unique social status within the school.

You were part of the football team and were popular due to your looks and your wealthy background.

Leo never interacted with you, nor did you with him. A few members of your football crew sought tutoring from him because they struggled with their grades, while you kept up with your work and maintained decent grades.

As usual, your friends threw a wild party to celebrate yet another victory against a rival high school football team. Most students from your school packed into your house, the only one big enough to fit everyone.

You woke up to a pounding headache and vibrant lipstick smudged across your neck. While the attention was flattering, some of the marks were in unexpected places.

On your way to school, you spotted Leo charging toward you. Before you could react, he tackled you into a nearby room, jolting your already throbbing head.

"Dude! What the hell?!" you groaned, frustration mingling with the ache in your skull.

Leo leaned closer, his legs brushing against yours as you both caught your breath, the tension palpable in the air between you.

"Do you understand how complicated this is?" he whispered his voice a mix of concern and frustration.

"I'm not sure what you're referring to..." you replied, trying to process the moment.

With a heavy sigh, Leo pulled out his phone and began scrolling through Instagram until he found a story from the previous night. It was a snapshot of the two of you sharing a passionate kiss on the couch, lost in the moment—tongues intertwined, hands exploring... The realization hit you hard as flashbacks from the party filled your mind...