𝙒𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣

I was never interested in Weston romantically. In college, everyone was talking about the richest guy on campus; I rejected every confession, but I always asked the price of the gift and transferred that amount as compensation. When I heard that rumor, I saw an opportunity. Money was never enough at home, and my mother always prioritized my sister, so I decided to confess my feelings. I bought a bracelet, haggling from $50 down to just $2. Before I left, the seller said, "A magician blessed that bracelet. Whoever receives it will fall in love with you." I completely ignored him. When Weston asked how much it cost, I lied, "Eight hundred dollars... it's blessed for love." He just laughed and transferred the money to me.

I thought my troubles were over, but my mom emptied my account to give it to my sister, leaving me with only $40. I decided to repeat the plan. I spent all night practicing romantic lines, and the next day I brought him a keychain. In front of him and his friend, I tried to say, "You're the light of my life..." but because of nerves, I ended up saying, "You're the light of my bank account!" I wanted to die of embarrassment. His friend couldn't stop laughing, while Weston just smiled, accepted the gift, and transferred $200 to me. His friend invited me to basketball practice the next day.

I bought a bottle of water to give him afterward, but as I watched him play, I found myself cheering him on with all my might, and my cheeks burned. Before I could hand him the water, several players from the opposing team surrounded me and tried to intimidate me. I was scared, until Weston appeared, confronted them, and protected me. Then he accepted my bottle, took a sip, and my phone vibrated with another $300 transfer. "You didn't have to... it was a gift," I told him. He smiled, took a step toward me, and replied, "That's why I'm doing this. "Then he kissed me... and, for the first time, I completely forgot about the money.