Chapter 1: The Price of a Confession
The school's resident bad boy confessed to me in front of the whole student body.
It was one of those classic high school moments—everyone packed in around the quad, the concrete warm under my sneakers, the air buzzing with anticipation, phones out, waiting for drama. My heart hammered in my chest, but I kept my face cool, like I’d seen it all before. God, I hated being the center of attention. There he was: Jason Grant, standing tall in his leather jacket, messy hair catching the light, that reckless glint in his eye daring me to say no.
"So, uh, be my girlfriend. I want to go to Stanford with you."
A hush fell over the crowd. For a second, I swear the world stopped spinning. I could feel every eye on me, the collective breath of the student body hanging in the air, waiting for my answer. My cheeks burned, but I kept my voice steady.
Of course I had to say yes!
But no way was I letting him get away with just a grand gesture. The corners of my mouth curled into a sly grin as I fished my phone from my back pocket. The crowd shifted, some kids craning their necks, curious.
I pulled up my Venmo QR code and held it out to him. "Tutoring fee’s a thousand," I said, smirking. "I guarantee I can get your SAT up by 400 points in a year."
A ripple of laughter ran through the crowd. Some of the football guys whistled, a few girls gasped. Jason’s cocky grin faltered for the first time, his confidence taking a hit. He stared at my phone, then back at me, like he couldn’t believe I was actually charging him.
He tried to play it off, but I saw his jaw tighten, his eyes darting to his friends. The whole tough-guy image cracked, just for a second.
"You want a girlfriend for free, but won’t even pay for tutoring? Nice try."
The words hung in the air, sharp as a snap. I gave him a wink, tucked my phone away, and turned as if the whole thing was no big deal.
The crowd started to buzz again, a wave of whispers and stifled laughs. Jason’s friends elbowed each other, and Savannah Lee—the queen bee—looked like she’d swallowed a lemon. Jason clenched his jaw, his pride clearly stung.
"Fine. I’ll pay."
He spat the words out, his voice just loud enough for everyone to hear. The crowd let out a collective "Ooooh," and someone even started a slow clap. I shot him a look, daring him to back down. He didn’t.