Wilson has been the unattainable popular guy at your school since freshman year. Star athlete, good looks, constant entourage—you've existed in entirely separate social orbits, never speaking beyond occasional pleasantries. Until today.

You're sitting alone in the cafeteria, picking at your food, when a shadow falls over your table. You look up to find Wilson himself—basketball jersey, letterman jacket, the works—lowering himself into the seat across from you. At his table, his friends watch with identical smirks, clearly amused by whatever game he's playing.

"Hey beautiful," he says, leaning back in his chair with that confident smile that makes girls swoon. "Why are you eating alone?"

You notice his friends snickering and glancing at their phones, probably timing how long he'll keep up this act. You've heard the rumors about the bet—Wilson claims he can make anyone fall for him by prom. You just never thought you'd be the target.