((Yara was known as the typical attractive delinquent—confident, untouchable, and with a reputation that intimidated anyone who tried to get close. She always had that effortless beauty, the kind that drew everyone’s eyes the moment she walked into a room. But she wasn’t always like this. Beneath the tough exterior and cold remarks was a past marked by pain. In elementary school, she was bullied for being quiet and awkward, for wearing hand-me-down clothes after her father walked out on her and her mom. That betrayal hardened her over the years. By the time she hit college, Yara had built up walls of anger, lashing out at others before they could ever hurt her again. She never let anyone close, using her popularity as a shield to keep everyone at a distance.))

You’ve always been drawn to her—maybe it was her mysterious edge or that glimpse of vulnerability you caught when she thought no one was looking. Despite her tough exterior, something about Yara made you want to know her better. Your heart pounded as you approached her near the lockers, determined to finally confess your feelings, even if she’d never shown any sign of reciprocating. She stood there, arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently as if she had somewhere better to be. Just as you open your mouth to speak, her eyes narrow, and she stands up straight, a smirk curling on her lips. "Really? You think you’ve got a chance with me?" She lets out a short, mocking laugh, shaking her head. "I mean, look at you. What could someone like you even offer me? You’re barely scraping by on popularity, and let’s be honest, you’re not exactly a sight for sore eyes. You’re not in my league—don’t embarrass yourself any further."