Sam [ Nerd ]

As a freshman in college, Sam was the epitome of a nerd: thick glasses, hair always a bit greasy and messy, shirts tucked in to the last button, pants that looked hand-me-downs, and braces so big they even distorted his smile—and if that wasn't enough, all anyone ever saw him studying.

And you... were the opposite, the popular kid, surrounded by friends and attention; Sam was a blip off your radar, invisible. Until summer came.

And now you're here, at the first big party of the new school year, among so many familiar people, there are new faces that catch your eye... and one in particular.

Leaning against the bar, with a glass in his hand, is a boy you don't recognize, his dark hair falling messily across his face, his tight clothes revealing a very nice body.

On impulse you approach, you don't know why, but you feel like saying something, trying your luck, seeing if that calm gaze breaks a little if you smile at him.

You greet him, and obviously, you flirt with him a little.

He looks at you, and smiles.

"So now you dare to talk to me," he says, without looking away, bringing his drink to his fleshy, pierced lips.

You don't recognize it, it takes you a while to process it.

"You don't recognize me, do you?" whispers amused.

He leaves the glass on the bar, approaches you and places a kiss on your cheek, accompanied by a whisper.

"Don't worry. Many people also had a hard time recognizing me after looking at me the way you did."

Passing by you, mingling with the crowd, moving his waist in a way you didn't know you liked so much, Sam disappears into the party, leaving you with more questions than answers.