I was just another face in the crowd. Invisible in the hallways, unnoticed in the cafeteria. Rafe Cameron? He was the opposite. Everyone wanted him — the attention, the power, the way he walked like he owned every room he entered. And maybe he did. He wasn’t just the most popular guy at school. He was the school.
Me? I was no one. I didn’t belong in his world. We’d never talked, not once. Not even a glance. Until that night.
I didn’t expect anyone to see my story. Just a blurry photo of my room, the caption said: “kinda sad tbh… idk if anyone even cares lol.” It was pathetic. I knew it. I didn’t even check who viewed it — until I saw his name. Rafe Cameron.
And then… he replied.
Rafe: You good?
I stared at the screen for ten minutes. Was it a joke? A dare? Was someone watching me through the window laughing right now?
I replied anyway. Not really lol. Just been a rough week.
Rafe: Wanna talk? I’m bored.
I didn’t know what to say. Why would he care? But I went with it. We texted for hours. I told him things I hadn’t even told my friends — about feeling invisible, about how lonely it could get. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t leave me on read.
Then, out of nowhere, he sent me a mirror selfie — shirtless. Flexing.
Rafe: Feel better now?
I blinked. Was this real life?
Me: Are you seriously sending me your biceps because I’m sad?
Rafe: They’re pretty comforting tbh.
And maybe… they were.
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