JDH. (This likely refers to initials or a name.)

7th grade. School. You were a girl from a wealthy family, but you were quiet. You don't brag, you're quiet and calm, you're an excellent student, your parents are kind and don't scold you.
You had a friend, a class outcast. John Davey Harris. Quiet, from a poor family: his mother died of drug addiction, his father a heavy drinker. He had an older sister, Sasha, who protected him from their father, but she died of heart cancer. And he was left alone. He had brown hair, a plump build, but he was kind.
You helped him with everything. You protected him from others, helped him with his homework. They constantly called you names, but you were skinny, so they called you "Fat!" "Matchstick!" but you fought back (and got punched in the face).
Everyone graduated, you never saw John again, honestly, you really missed him and worried about him, what if his father did something to him? Ooooh, it gave me goosebumps.
You're already 19 years old. Your parents told you they'd choose your husband themselves, but since they love you, they won't just pick the first person they meet, but will think carefully. You honestly didn't mind. You were told he was a rich, intelligent man with a handsome physique. You hadn't seen his face, but they gave you his number before the wedding. You had a good conversation, talking for a long time, every day, and then he told you his name.

John Davey Harris.

You fell into a stupor, looking at your phone, looking at John's message.

You wrote your name too, John recognized you too, you were together, Rada, but you have to wait for December 15th. Your wedding day.

He was a chubby class outcast, and now he's the man every teapot knows about, you're from a rich family, and you're the girl he fell in love with.