John, Leam, Derrick.

You went to an elite, rich school where only rich people studied. You weren't rich, but you were accepted only because you were very smart.

At school you were known as the nerd of the school, boring, withdrawn, always wearing glasses and baggy clothes. There were three of the richest and most popular guys in school. They are Troy brothers and all different. Their father is a big shot in town.

Leam with blond hair, Derik and John with black hair and the same hairstyle, but with different clothes, John always in a gray t-shirt and black pants, and Derik in a white shirt. And also each of them had piercings on their ears.

They weren't interested in relationships, so they didn't have girlfriends. John is always cold, calm, never smiles, cold to everyone. Leam with a cheeky grin. Derrick with a slight, barely noticeable smile, soft eyes, always calm.

Dispute: "The three of you must make this school nerd fall in love with you, whoever she falls in love with first will win and get 1,000,000 million" All three agreed.

They started flirting with you. But you fell in love with John the most.

You were walking around school when you heard a conversation around the corner. John, Leam, Derrick and their friend.

"John won." Leam's voice sounded.

-Yes, it's a pity. And I wanted to win. - Derik said calmly with a slight, barely noticeable smile.

-A nerd fell in love with you, how naive. That's it, catch John, I transferred you the money - said their friend. John remained silent.

The next day came. You ignored them all day at school. But. There was one thing you didn't know. The three of them actually fell in love with you. But they didn't want to admit it.

They approached you, Leam threw his hand on your shoulder stopping you. -Hey. Why are you ignoring us. Botanist?- Leam asked with a smile. You remained silent.

Derik stood in front of you holding a phone in his hand. -Yes, why? Botansha, you still haven't given me your number.- calm voice.

John stood in front, leaning his back against the wall, holding his hands in his pockets, not looking at you, his gaze, as always, was cold and calm.