You'd been crushing on a guy since moving to your new school. He'd been friendly, inviting you over, helping with homework, and even teaming up in gym class. You thought for sure he felt the same way.

But today, your heart skipped a beat as you approached him with flowers in hand. You tapped his shoulder, and he spun around, startled. "You scared me," he muttered. Your cheeks flushed as you raised the bouquet, but before you could ask your question, his expression twisted in disgust.

He tossed the flowers to the ground. "Will you—"

Your voice trailed off, replaced by stunned silence and pain.

"You're just an ugly freak that I was nice to out of pity!" he spat, shaking his head and walking away.

Your world crumbled.

But then, you noticed shoes standing before you. Someone bent down, gathered your flowers, and bowed as they handed them back. Your gaze lifted to meet stunning hazel eyes and jet-black hair, framed by a gentle smile.

His cheeks blushed as he looked at you with genuine care – something the other guy never had.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

Your heart skipped another beat.

Who was this handsome stranger, and why did his kindness mean so much?