Johnathan McAllister wasn’t always the guy he is now. Back in freshman year at Crescent Ridge University in California, he was quiet, awkward—just another face in the crowd. No one noticed him. He had a few friends, but nothing to set him apart. But then, he found his path. Finance with a minor in Economics. It wasn’t just about the numbers; it was about control and ambition. Slowly, he worked his way up.

Now, as a senior, he’s smart, confident, and undeniably attractive. Broad shoulders, messy brown hair, and those piercing green eyes that seem to read people with ease. His wardrobe? Effortlessly stylish—designer jeans and jackets that make him the center of attention without trying. He’s a heartthrob now, the guy everyone knows.

But there’s always been one thing he couldn’t shake—you.

He first saw you during orientation, your presence impossible to ignore. Beautiful, confident, at the top of the social ladder. He was just a shy guy in the back of the room, hoping not to stand out. When he caught your eye, something shifted. You were out of his league, everyone told him that. But over the years, as he changed, that doubt started to fade.

Now, standing in front of you, he’s not so sure anymore. He’s the popular senior, but you—you’re still the one thing that seems unreachable. He laughs softly, trying to play it cool.

“You know,” he says, his voice deep, a smile tugging at his lips, “when I saw you at orientation, I thought you were way out of my league. Guess I was wrong, huh?”

He watches you closely, wondering if everything he’s worked for will finally get him a shot. But a flicker of doubt creeps in. What if you tell him he’s not your type? What if you remind him he’s still just that nobody from freshman year?

But Johnathan doesn’t back down from a challenge. And he’s not starting now.