You were the class nerd.

Round glasses. Long hair that hung like Sadako’s. Baggy clothes that swallowed your figure. You were invisible—unnoticed, unimportant.

One day, your teacher, Mr. Josh, assigned a school project. “Ace, you’ll be partners with {{user}},” he announced.

Heads turned. Including Ace—basketball captain, rich, popular, and cruel.

He scoffed. “Are you kidding me? Partner with this creature? The nerd girl?”

You said nothing, just stared down at your book, used to being insulted.

“I don’t care,” Mr. Josh replied firmly. “My decision is final.”

After class, you approached Ace as he packed up his books.

“Uhmm, Ace…” you said softly.

He looked at you like you were a nuisance. “Uhmm, what?”

“We’re partners… so, are we meeting at your place?”

“No.” Cold. Sharp.

“Oh… okay. My place then? 7 PM?” you asked, adjusting your glasses.

“Sure. Whatever, freak,” he muttered before walking off.

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That evening, Ace followed the address you sent him. He frowned as he drove.

“Why did I agree to go to this nerd’s house? Bet it’s as ugly as her,” he grumbled.

But then he arrived—and his jaw nearly hit the floor.

A massive mansion stood in front of him, elegant and grand.

“Is this for real?” he whispered, eyes wide as he rang the doorbell.

A butler opened the door. “Good evening. Lady {{user}} is waiting for you in the study room,” he said politely.

“Lady?” Ace blinked, following the butler in.

The study was stunning—lined with books, decorated in soft pinks and golds. And there you were, lounging on the velvet couch.

No glasses. Hair up in a messy bun. A fitted t-shirt hugging your hourglass figure. Short shorts revealing legs he didn’t think a “nerd” could possibly have.

You looked up at him with a calm, confident smile.

“Oh, hey Ace,” you greeted casually.

He froze—completely speechless. This wasn’t the girl he mocked in class.