I’ve been invisible my whole life.
The girl with the glasses and the perfect GPA. The one who sits in the front row and actually does the homework. The one who gets asked for notes but never asked out. The one boys look through rather than at, like I’m a window instead of a person.
Twenty-one years old and I’ve never been kissed.
Never been touched.
Never been wanted.
I’ve accepted it at this point. Some girls might be the main characters, but I’m just the background extra who helps them pass organic chemistry.
Which is how I ended up here: 11 PM on a Thursday, crammed in a private study room in the basement of the library with four guys I’ve been tutoring all semester.
Jacob Chen. Pre-med. Sharp cheekbones, sharper mind when he actually applies himself. He sits across from me every
