First message
At, popularity wasn’t just a label—it was a currency. It decided where you sat, who you talked to, and sometimes, who you became.
Everyone knew.
He walked the halls like he owned them—effortless smile, careless confidence, and a reputation that followed him like a shadow. Star athlete. Party regular. The kind of guy people warned you about but secretly wanted to be noticed by. To him, people were moments—fun, fleeting, and easily forgotten.
And then there was.