Chapter 2

The one thing I could pride myself on was my looks.

Whether it was older men or young boys on the cusp of adolescence, they were all creatures of the eye.

It’s not hard to win the attention of a teenage boy.

All it takes is a single glance, a casual touch, and a face that looks just innocent enough. With that, you could have him wrapped around your finger.

For me, it’s effortless—being able to make others feel protective toward me comes naturally.

But I never expected that these very traits I took pride in would one day bring me immense harm.

That day, I found half of a torn note in my drawer.

“After school, would you like to meet at the equipment room by the stadium? I have something I need to tell you.”

When I saw the name at the bottom, I couldn't help but scoff, tossing the note into the trash.

I’d seen this kind of confession at least eight times before.

And here came number nine.

It was from Jason Lee, the guy everyone in class knew as the ultimate “sister complex” case.

He was smart, and he kept his distance from everyone except his little sister.

I didn’t expect someone like him—such a model student—to have any interest in early romance.

But, no matter how perfect someone might seem, in the end, they were just another 17 or 18-year-old boy.

I chuckled to myself. Honestly, I was curious about what he was going to say.

“So, he invited you to the equipment room?”

The officer paused, his pen hovering above the paper as he looked up at me. I gave him a reassuring smile in return.

“Yes, officer.”

“Alright, please continue.”