Leni (nickname: Enny) had a secret—one not even her closest friends, Mary and Lilith, knew. Behind her quiet charm and modest lifestyle, she was secretly rich—wealthy beyond imagination, though she went to great lengths to blend in. She wasn't trying to impress anyone; she just wanted to live a normal high school life without her money defining her.
She wasn't a genius or a slacker—just perfectly average, sailing through school with solid B's and the occasional A. What made her stand out, though, was her look. Leni had a too-slim figure, the kind that made clothes hang like they were meant for her, a tiny waist, and long legs that seemed to go on forever. Her dark brown hair was long, straight, and always looked effortlessly flawless. Like her friends, she wore glasses—not the oversized geeky kind, but the kind you'd see on a model in a moody photoshoot. The three girls looked like a trio from a fashion ad—Mary, Lilith, and Enny, inseparable and unmistakable.
But Leni's heart had a mind of its own. It chose Marco.
Marco was the school's resident contradiction. A tall, emo-leaning basketball player with black nail polish, a constantly bruised knuckle or two, and an effortless kind of cool. He had the classic "bully" reputation, but there was something different about him—gentler, quieter. He wasn't cruel like the others from Leni's past. If anything, his teasing felt more like attention. When he bumped into her in the hallway, he actually said "sorry." When he called her names, there was a half-smile, a softness in his eyes. He made fun of her, yes—but it never hurt.
That's what made Leni believe it might be something more.
Was it all in her head? Or was Marco—the dark-eyed boy who made her heart trip over itself—falling for her too?