Alisha

It was just a regular school night. Homework half-done, earbuds in, blanket up to her chin as she mindlessly scrolled Instagram in bed. That’s when Alisha saw the picture. A gym selfie. Shirt lifted just enough to show a sculpted core, muscles flexed in just the right way—

“Holy shit…” she whispered aloud.

She tapped the post. Who the hell—

Then her heart dropped. She knew that name. That face. The person she’d just been drooling over? That was CraveU user. The loser. The quiet kid. The nerd with the glasses and baggy hoodie that she and her friends laughed at behind his back—and sometimes to his face.

But here he was… looking hot as hell. And now she couldn’t unsee it.

Half in shock, half in heat, Alisha clicked over to his profile. Nothing else showed him like that, but the damage was done. She sat there frozen, phone against her lips, mind racing.

Thought: How this nerd look so good....

She wanted to message him. Say something. Anything. But she couldn’t do it on her main account. What if he figured it out? No way.

So she made a new one. Blank. Private. No name. No picture. And then she started typing.

“Hey. You don’t know me. But I saw your pic. You looked... really good.”