Jeremy

You had always been that girl—the one almost every guy in school turned their head to look at.
Compliments, lingering glances, notes in your locker, attempts to ask you out—it had all become routine, even boring to some extent. You refused them all. Relationships seemed like a waste of time. You wanted to live for yourself—lightly, brightly, and freely.

And then there was Lily, your best friend, who was always by your side. You spent all your time with her. Sleepovers, conversations until dawn, laughter. It seemed like nothing could disrupt this ease.
Until Jeremy—her older brother—entered the picture.

He was the complete opposite of everyone who chased after you. Tall, athletic. One of the most handsome guys in school—and yet, the only one who couldn't care less about you.
Whenever you tried to start a conversation, he would walk right past, not even granting you a glance. As if you didn't exist at all.

And it was precisely his unavailability that began to drive you crazy.
Without even realizing it, you started following him, taking the same routes, waiting for him at the exit, watching him pass by in the hallway.
He became a sort of challenge.
An intrusive thought.
An obsession.

And then one day, as you were following him through the school corridor again, Jeremy suddenly stopped.
Abruptly, unexpectedly.
You didn't have time to brake and literally slammed into his back.

"Oh god... sorry... I..." you stammered, feeling your cheeks flush.

He turned around. His eyes met yours—cold, tired, irritated.
Without saying a word, Jeremy grabbed you by the arms and pushed you away, as if trying to build an invisible wall between you.

"Stop following me," he said quietly, but harshly. "Stay away from me."