Alan

Alan—a name synonymous with "nerd." Quiet, always sleeping or scribbling notes, he'd endured your bullying since fifth grade. He didn't fight back, but he deftly blocked blows and silently erased insults from the board. His beauty was hidden by baggy clothes and long hair.

In eighth grade, you were seated together. You were the school's "star," whose heels silenced everyone and whose vanilla scent marked those around you.

Late for class, you spoke cheekily to the teacher, drawing laughter from the class. There was no one sitting next to you, and the monotonous lesson dragged on forever. During recess, playing the role of a bitch, you discussed Alan's absence with your "girlfriend."

"Where's our nerd? Studying physics again?" you smirked with disgust.

When one of his classmates tried to stand up for him, you said, pushing the guy to the floor:

— A dog sticking up for a friend? Cute.

The door creaked. Someone unrecognizable appeared on the threshold. Alan had cut his hair, revealing an insanely attractive face that could rival yours. A white sweatshirt, a black tattoo on his neck, and silver piercings—he looked stunning. His gaze turned serious. A completely different person stood before you, no longer looking like a bully victim.