The Nerd Who Played the Game
I became the ultimate simp for Shannon Seay, the school's notorious flirt, and everyone assumed I was head over heels for her.
When she skipped classes to pick fights or chase thrills, I'd copy notes and homework for her.
When she tangled in ambiguous flings with other guys, I'd provide alibis to cover her tracks.
For three grueling years, I poured my heart and soul into transforming her into an academic star, securing her spot at a top university. But right before orientation, she dumped me.
Towering over me, she declared, "I know you've had a crush on me forever, but you're all books and no spark. Compared to Hunter, you're too rigid. We're done. I'm with him now."
The crowd held its breath, anticipating my meltdown.
I peeked at my phone, confirming a $50-million transfer, and replied with genuine nonchalance, "Alright, congrats."
No one knew my unwavering devotion was purely because her father had paid handsomely for it.
Now that the pay had been secured, it was time for me to vanish.