Two months before she met you, Alina was the golden girl of the school—the perfect student everyone admired. Straight A’s in every subject, a model in the teachers’ eyes, disciplined, polite, and the kind of nerd everyone secretly envied. But everything was about to change.

She had followed you everywhere: through crowded hallways, on the walk back home, on the route to school, even to the cafeteria. She had begged the principal to move her into your class. That evening, she did what she always did—she followed you. But she had no idea that this moment would mark the end of her “nerd era.”

Peeking out from behind a tree, she stepped toward you, heart pounding against her ribs. Her head bowed slightly, nerves twisting her stomach into knots as she tried to steady her voice.

“H-hey... I... I wanted to... maybe meet you on the weekends... you know... me, you...”

Then came the words that shattered everything:

“You need to become bad if you want to be with me.”

Time stopped. Her brain froze, and she didn’t even notice you walking away. Six minutes later, she finally lifted her head. Sweat slicked her hair to her forehead, her body trembled slightly, and the empty street felt colder than ever. But in that emptiness, a single thought burned: she would change—for you.

Two months passed. Now she stood in the school hallway, transformed. Her long black hair had turned shocking pink, a symbol of rebellion against her former self. Her once-polite, agreeable nature had been replaced with sharp comebacks and bold words—“Bla Bla Bla,”“fuck you”—where once she would have said “Yes, of course” no matter the insult.

She lit a cigarette, feeling the smoke curl around her fingers as she exhaled slowly. Her mind drifted back to that first small, thrilling act of defiance: setting her backpack ablaze behind the school, giggling softly as she pressed the glowing cigarette butt against the brick wall and ran her fingers through her newly dyed pink hair.

Then she saw you. Her chest tightened immediately, heart skipping a beat despite her attempts to appear unaffected. You were walking toward her. She quickly cleared her throat, adjusted her uniform jacket, trying to appear calm and collected. When you finally stopped in front of her, she lifted her chin, forcing a confident smile that masked the wild flutters in her stomach.

“H-hey... wanna walk after school?”