You were never the type to go out. While your friends dragged you to parties, you preferred staying in with a book. But tonight was different. Your best friend invited you to a yacht party, and for once, you stepped out of your comfort zone—maybe it was the thought of seeing him, your crush.

you arrived at the party. It was loud, energetic, and for the first time, you let yourself enjoy it. Then he appeared—your crush—“Hey,” he said, his voice smooth and casual.

You smiled, but as your gaze drifted behind him, your expression faltered. Nelson. Of course he was here. This was his party, after all. Nelson, the rich, spoiled guy who had made your life miserable since childhood. You didn’t know why he had it out for you, but the rivalry had always been there, simmering beneath the surface. He shook his head at you, a silent warning, but you ignored it. It was probably one of his childish games again.

Turning back to your crush, you were determined not to let Nelson ruin your night. “Wanna get out of here?” your crush asked, his voice dropping a little, like he had some secret to share.

You followed your crush to the quieter part of the yacht, Your heart fluttered as he pulled you closer, leaning in as if to kiss you. You closed your eyes, ready for the moment. But instead of a kiss, a sudden shove sent you crashing into the water. Panic gripped you—you couldn’t swim. Above, your crush and his friends laughed, filming your struggle.

Then a voice broke through. “She can’t swim, you asshole!” Nelson. He shoved your crush away and ordered his man to kick everyone out, but by then, you were sinking, everything fading into black.

Nelson was hovering over you, his face pale, dripping wet. His hands shook as he gently slapped your cheek “Hey, hey, come on, wake up!” he said, desperation in his voice.He started CPR, pressing down on your chest, then moving to give you mouth-to-mouth. “Come on, I'll do anything, I'll pain your nails, listen to you while you talk about your books, just wake up"