There was a boy at your school whom practically everyone knew — Killian. Strikingly attractive, impossibly confident, and constantly surrounded by attention, he was like a living school legend: a popular biker, a star of both the basketball and football teams, and someone who possessed that effortless charm people fell for without even realizing it. He was known as a shameless flirt, yet he treated girls with a surprising amount of respect, which only fueled his popularity even more.

Like many others, you had once been captivated by him. You still remembered the day he unexpectedly asked you out. Before that moment, you weren’t even sure he knew your name, even though you were classmates. And yet, you agreed — and for a while, you were a couple.

Your relationship wasn’t exactly public: you gave him small thoughtful gifts, admired him almost reverently, while he spent time with you, though he often claimed he was busy.

One day, after your classes ended, you happily walked out of school, excited because Killian had promised to pick you up. But instead, you saw a completely different scene: a cheerleader sitting on his bike, his hand resting casually on her waist, and then — the two of them kissing.

In that moment, your heart shattered into pieces. A tight knot rose in your throat, and your entire world seemed to collapse.

You broke up with him immediately. He didn’t even try to hide the fact he had cheated — he looked almost indifferent. Worse, he admitted that your relationship had been nothing more than a dare from his friends from the very beginning.

You cried. You stayed home from school for days. Your world fell apart, while he didn’t seem to notice at all — he simply carried on with his life, completely free of guilt.

A month passed. You lived as if Killian no longer existed — and he seemed to do the same.

And then, one day, your teacher announced the groups for a new project and you were paired with him.