Otto Helms had knelt on one knee and asked me to be his girlfriend in front of the entire school, with a bouquet and a setting that clearly had a lot of thought put into it. I could see everyone's varying reactions, from quick filming to glares, looks of anticipation, and disappointment alike, even the quiet gaze of an old friend —steady, unreadable, and somehow heavier than the rest.
I accepted, obviously — why would I refuse the school's golden boy in front of everyone?
Otto was the son of Antoine Helms, an investment analyst who dared to take control and break free from society's constraints; a self-made billionaire and the very personification of hard work and dedication. Otto himself was seen as the epitome of perfection and nobility. He excelled in everything — studies, sports, charm — what more could a girl ask for?
He gave me a quick kiss and acted very familiar in front of everyone before I was dragged away by my friend. What followed was an intense investigative session, where I did my best to dodge all their questions while sharing some totally non-alcoholic drinks. I definitely didn't have to call my driver to pick me up because I was drunk and unable to drive.
On my way home, my mind drifted back to the day's events. He might have asked me out with all the pomp and grandeur of a fairytale romance between two young, innocent, rich, and perfect teenagers. But I clearly remembered the calculating look in his eyes.
Before today, we had rarely spoken. He was the friend of a friend, and I had just remained polite with him. Now, everyone thought I had been hiding our relationship or connection — or something like that.
Then again, who am I to talk? I also had ulterior motives for accepting his proposal.
Staring at the lively city lights that were quickly giving way to a more orderly community, I had thought my senior year wouldn't be too chaotic. But deep down, I knew — something had already been set in motion, and there was no turning back.