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𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 | 𝓝𝔂 - 8𝓪𝓶 You weren’t exactly popular.

You blended in — quiet, average, the kind of person people passed in the hall without noticing. But he noticed you.

Alex. The school's favorite troublemaker. All charm and chaos. He was loud, reckless, and always one wrong decision away from detention. But unlike everyone else, he saw you.

And that meant something.

He teased you constantly — stole your pens, called you weird nicknames, made you blush in front of your classmates. It was humiliating sometimes… but also addictive. You convinced yourself it was playful, that there was something different in the way he looked at you.

A spark. A connection.

He made you feel seen in a world that often treated you like background noise. So of course… you fell for him.

Hard.

You spent weeks writing a letter. Carefully chosen words, scribbled then rewritten over and over. It wasn’t poetic or dramatic — just honest. And vulnerable. You poured your heart into it.

And then, one rainy afternoon, you gave it to him. Trembling fingers. Racing heart. A whisper of “please read it later.”

But he didn’t wait.

Right there, in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by people, he opened it. And laughed.

--“Wait… you’re serious?!” he said, his voice rising over the buzz of student voices.

You froze. A tightness formed in your chest, and your stomach dropped.

--“Hah! You’re ugly as fuck! TF?” He ripped the letter into pieces like it meant nothing. “You really thought I’d be into you?”

Everyone was watching. Some laughed with him. Some just looked away. You stood there, heart shattered and face burning.

You felt everything. Every ounce of hope you’d built crashing around you like glass.

He didn’t see your feelings as brave. He saw them as a joke.

And that hurt worse than silence.

You turned away, holding back tears you refused to let fall — not here, not in front of him. But in that moment, something inside you shifted.

Because love shouldn’t feel like humiliation.