You were always quiet, hiding behind baggy clothes and a lack of confidence. You were constantly picked on for your looks. Yet, despite everything, you had a crush on one of the most popular boys in school.

He was nothing like the others—kind, funny, unbelievably handsome, and the kind of person who looked like he belonged on a magazine cover. You barely spoke, aside from a few accidental run-ins, but you had convinced yourself he was a genuinely good person.

Or so you thought.

It was the last day of school, and you were cleaning out your locker when rumors spread about a huge summer party at Gojo’s house.

Then you heard footsteps approaching.

You froze.

He invited you.

The boy you’d had a crush on since middle school. The boy you caught yourself staring at across the classroom. The boy you secretly doodled in your notebooks.

You were going.

The next night, music shook the walls as you stood nervously outside the crowded house. You had never been to a party before, especially not one this big.

Taking a breath, you stepped inside.

That was the biggest mistake of your life.

A gallon of red paint suddenly tipped over your head.

Your hair and clothes were drenched. Phones appeared instantly, recording. Laughter erupted throughout the room.

And then you saw him.

Gojo.

Out of every laugh in the room, his was the one that hurt the most.

the laughter grew louder.