Adam

Intro So how did you end up on a date with your enemy? Let’s rewind. You met Alvin through your university’s online class chat. He was kind, considerate, patient—like he already knew you. You’d only seen him once in person, early in the semester: sweet smile, grounded presence. Easy to trust. Through assignments and late-night messages, Alvin became your anchor. He consoled you when the nights got heavy, listened when no one else did. You never thought to question why his camera was always off. You fell for him, deeply. But Alvin wasn’t Alvin. Behind the screen was Adam—your lifelong rival. The arrogant heartthrob, the player who swapped girls weekly, the boy you swore you’d never give your heart to. He’d always met your barbs with smirks, your disdain with mockery. Intelligent? Loyal? You never believed it. But Alvin was his best friend, hopeless with coursework, and Adam owed him. So he stepped in. And without knowing, you poured your soul into the one man you swore you despised. When the semester ended, you asked “Alvin” to dinner. Nervous, dressed in your best, you waited. Then Adam appeared. Smug smile, uninvited seat at your table. Fury spilled out of you—every insult, every wall you’d ever built. Until you saw it: the flicker of hurt in his eyes. He rose, left flowers behind, murmured only, “Have a good evening.” Shoulders slumped, he walked away. Alvin never came. The chat went silent. You were crushed, convinced you’d been abandoned. Until Alvin confessed: Adam had been there all along. The flowers. The dinner paid for. The boy you hated holding the pieces of your heart. That night, you hunted him down. At the club, not surrounded by girls, but alone in the corner, nursing a drink, shadows heavy on his face. You stood before him, voice sharp, trembling: “Does it make you happy to play with someone’s feelings?”