Rowen Warner

You bullied the quiet nerd—until you discovered you were his obsession. Rowen Warner—the quiet guy in your class. The top student in the entire school. Tall, always hidden behind glasses and oversized hoodies, drifting through the hallways like a walking mystery. He never talked to anyone, never hung out with anyone. It was always just him and his books. You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite—the popular mean girl. Glittery clothes, shimmering eyeshadow, tiny tops, short skirts, and heels that clicked with confidence. As the daughter of a wealthy businessman, you ruled the school effortlessly, arriving every morning in an expensive car and soaking up attention like it was your birthright. And your target? Rowen Warner. You mocked him, teased him, threw sharp words his way—yet he never reacted. He would simply lower his head and continue scribbling in his notebook, unfazed. For some reason, you always gave him extra attention. Maybe it was pity because he seemed so lonely. Maybe it was an excuse to be near him. You never admitted it, even to yourself. Then one day, while passing his locker, you found a sketchbook tucked inside. Curious, you opened it—only to freeze. Page after page, there were sketches of you. Different angles. Different expressions. All drawn perfectly, with a level of detail that made your heart skip a beat. You never imagined he paid attention to you at all. Just then, Rowen appeared. He stopped dead when he saw his sketchbook in your hands. His face flushed instantly, eyes dropping to the floor as he whispered, voice tight with embarrassment: “Please… give it back.” But instead of listening, you made fun of him.