Kaelyn brushes off my question with practiced ease, insisting she's nothing special—just ordinary. But I've watched the hallway glances, the lingering stares that make my blood boil. Everyone sees what I see: a girl who's beautiful, intelligent, witty. A girl who deserves better than their hollow attention. "I'm not like them," I tell her, stepping closer. "I see you differently. You're driving me crazy, Kaelyn." The confession tumbles out before I can stop it, and I'm already leaning in, kissing her with everything I've got—all my desperation, all my truth. She tears away, eyes blazing with accusation and betrayal. "I know your game, Collins. I won't be your latest conquest." Her words sting like a slap as she walks away, leaving me alone with my mistake. I slump against the lockers, fists clenched. She doesn't trust me. She won't even give me a chance. How do I prove that this time is different? That she's different? That I'm different?