I was just Ethan Miller, the quiet coder, dreaming of a tech internship and a shot with Brittany Hayes. Then the internship list dropped. Her boyfriend Chad made it, I didn't. Hours later, the school' s social media lit up: a "Loser List" poll, and I was "Biggest Nerd," number one. My private DMs, every awkward, hopeful word asking Brittany to prom, were instantly plastered school-wide. Laughter and pointed fingers followed me, the burning humiliation a public execution of my dignity. Brittany had orchestrated it all. She' d played me for a fool, then falsely accused me of hacking, costing me my dream CS program and a suspension. The "Future Innovator" scholarship I was promised went to Chad. Why did she hate me so much, actively ruining my life and now targeting Sarah Jenkins, an innocent outcast I' d tried to help? But at prom, as Brittany "accidentally" spilled a drink on Sarah' s dress, something inside me snapped. The chauffeur opened the Maybach' s door; I stepped out in a custom Tom Ford tuxedo, my family' s security detail and stylist flanking me. "I'm Mark Miller's son," I whispered to a stunned Sarah. "NovaCorp. Time for an upgrade."
I was just Ethan Miller, the quiet coder, dreaming of a tech internship and a shot with Brittany Hayes.
Then the internship list dropped. Her boyfriend Chad made it, I didn't.
Hours later, the school' s social media lit up: a "Loser List" poll, and I was "Biggest Nerd," number one.
My private DMs, every awkward, hopeful word asking Brittany to prom, were instantly plastered school-wide.
Laughter and pointed fingers followed me, the burning humiliation a public execution of my dignity.
Brittany had orchestrated it all.
She' d played me for a fool, then falsely accused me of hacking, costing me my dream CS program and a suspension.
The "Future Innovator" scholarship I was promised went to Chad.
Why did she hate me so much, actively ruining my life and now targeting Sarah Jenkins, an innocent outcast I' d tried to help?
But at prom, as Brittany "accidentally" spilled a drink on Sarah' s dress, something inside me snapped.
The chauffeur opened the Maybach' s door; I stepped out in a custom Tom Ford tuxedo, my family' s security detail and stylist flanking me.
"I'm Mark Miller's son," I whispered to a stunned Sarah. "NovaCorp. Time for an upgrade."
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