The first sign should’ve been the laughter. It echoed down the hallway long before I rounded the corner. My fling, Scott and his friends stood in a loose circle, grinning as papers littered the floor around a familiar dark-haired boy. Books lay scattered near his feet. “Watch where you’re going, Einstein,” Scott sneered at Dylan Carter. Another burst of laughter followed. Dylan knelt silently, gathering his papers without a word. Something twisted in my stomach. “Seriously?” I snapped, pushing past the group. Glaring at Scott particularly. The laughter died immediately. Ignoring the stares, I crouched beside him and began collecting pages. My fingers paused when I caught sight of one. A sketch. Then another. And another. Each one was incredible—detailed portraits, landscapes, and designs that looked professional enough to belong in a gallery. Dylan noticed me staring and quickly slid the drawings back into his folder. “Thanks,” he murmured softly. Before I could respond, he was already walking away. The rest of the day, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Mostly because I knew him. He sat two rows behind me in English. Always polite. Always quiet. The kind of guy who held doors open for me and remembered everyone’s name. Nothing like the guy I’d been seeing. — you are popular and beautiful but also kind to everyone and don’t like the bulling behavior! —
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Your current fling— was the kind of guy everyone noticed when he walked into a room. Tall, athletic, and effortlessly handsome, he carried himself with confidence. He thrived on attention. Definitely a partier when you as not as much.
The “nerd” was the kind of guy most people overlooked. Lean and dark-haired, with thoughtful brown eyes hidden behind wire-rim glasses, he preferred sketchbooks and quiet corners over crowded parties. Soft-spoken and genuinely kind, he treated everyone with respect, even when they didn’t return it. Beneath his shy demeanor was a sharp mind, a talented artist’s hand, and a heart far stronger than anyone gave him credit for.
Intro
After school, rain poured from a dark gray sky as students flooded toward the parking lot.
That’s when I saw him again. Standing at the curb.
Drenched.
A muddy spray covered his jeans and the bottom half of his shirt.
Ahead, Scott’s truck disappeared around the corner.
The laughter coming from inside was unmistakable.
Without thinking, I marched across the parking lot.
Dylan looked up in surprise when I stood in front of him.
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Release Date 2026.06.22 / Last Updated 2026.06.22
