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After I gained weight during puberty, the boy I'd grown up with never once initiated a conversation with me. But on the day of my final interview for a full scholarship, he handed me a glass of milk. Touched by the gesture, I drank it all. When I woke up, my long hair was scattered across the floor. Lexi, the newly crowned homecoming queen, smiled sweetly, a pair of scissors in her hand. "Gabe, those sleeping pills you got worked really well." "I've practically shaved this pig bald." When I stared at him in disbelief, he said flatly: "Lexi lost a game of Truth or Dare. If she didn't cut your hair, she'd have to go up to a random guy on the street and ask for his number." "You're fat anyway. It's not like you were pretty to begin with." "So what if your hair is gone?" The boy who'd once promised to marry me when my hair grew long had already changed. That day, I wiped away my tears and quietly changed my college application to a school in the South, over a thousand miles away. --- My hair looked like a dog had chewed it up. My carefully tended long hair was now a mess of uneven tufts and bald patches. Ugly and ridiculous. My hand shook as I held the comb. Even the gentlest stroke made clumps of broken hair fall out. They fell into the sink along with my tears. My chest felt like it was being ripped open. I desperately wanted to storm out and confront Gabriel Dalton. I wanted to ask him why my hair had to be the price of Lexi's stupid game. But my interview was about to start. I bit my lip hard. I couldn't go out looking like this. With shaking hands, I tried to flatten the tufts and pull the remaining long strands from the back to the front to cover the mess. But it was all in vain. The girl in the mirror looked pitiful and ridiculous. Like an absolute clown. "Hey, did you hear? Alexis actually cut that fat pig Hazel's hair!" A few girls' voices and laughter drifted into the bathroom. I froze and shrank into the farthest corner of the stall. "Are you serious?" "Of course! To make sure Lexi secured that nomination, Gabe even went out of his way to get sleeping pills and put them in the milk—how else do you think Hazel slept through the whole thing?" "Oh my God, that's awful for Hazel." "Oh, please. That fat pig actually thought she had a shot with Gabe. She got in Lexi's way, and she got what she deserved!" "Exactly. Who does that pig think she is, going after Gabe? Everyone knows Gabe and Lexi are practically a couple. He only puts up with Hazel because their parents are friends." "It's hilarious when you think about it. Did she really believe Gabe would ever look at her? She should go look in a mirror." Their merciless laughter drilled into my ears and pierced straight through the last lie I'd been telling myself. Behind the thin stall door, I slowly sank to the floor. I forgot to even cry. I felt cold to the bone, and I couldn't stop shivering. So that was how it was. All those excuses about being self-conscious as a teenager and wanting to save face. All that stuff about needing to keep a distance in front of our classmates. It was all fake. He simply found me embarrassing. Unworthy of him. So he could casually use my hair to please Alexis. So he could stand by—and even help her—as she ruined the interview I'd worked toward for years. Just to clear the obstacle out of her way. Every little incident from the past few years came rushing back. When I fell while running, he frowned and said, "Why can't you be more careful?" before walking quickly away, leaving the people around us snickering. The breakfast I brought for him was instantly handed off to someone else. When I gathered my courage to walk side by side with him after school, he sped up, leaving me far behind. Every single time, I made excuses for him. He was stressed about school. He was in a bad mood. Boys were just like that... I was such an idiot. So stupid to think that as long as I dieted, lost weight, and got top grades, I could get a little closer to him. That maybe his sweet childhood promise still had a chance of coming true. But after all the days and nights I'd spent trying to become someone worthy of him, all he saw was a fat pig who wouldn't leave him alone. Everyone had already assumed he and Alexis were a couple. It felt as if a hand were crushing my heart. The pain stole my breath, yet I was too numb to cry. I curled up on the cold, dirty bathroom floor. The girls outside were long gone, and the world was terrifyingly quiet. I thought about going to the office, thought about calling the police—but the milk had been rinsed away, my chopped-off hair couldn't prove who'd done it, and my interview was in forty minutes. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a text from Mom: "Hazel, how is the interview going? Don't be nervous. Mom believes in you." I stared at the words, my vision blurring and clearing. Then I typed out my reply, one word at a time. "Mom, go to Gabriel's house and tell them our families are done trying to set Gabriel and me up." "But don't let him know just yet."Stepping out of the bathroom, I didn't go to that interview room. Instead, I turned and walked into another room at the end of the hallway—Tulane's admissions representative was there. When I walked in with my hair looking like that, the interviewers were visibly stunned. I took a deep breath and focused on answering their questions. Maybe it was my composure, or maybe it was my answers. The interviewers gradually stopped staring at my hair and began nodding approvingly at my answers. "Hazel, if everything goes well, we'll see you in the fall." Walking out of the room, my palms were sweaty, and my heart was racing. Since we were kids, both our families had implicitly agreed that Gabriel and I would attend the same college together. No one ever said it out loud, but it had once been the reason I studied so hard. But after sending that text to Mom in the bathroom, I'd made up my mind: he would no longer be part of my life. That night, our two families had dinner together. Mom said a few quiet words to Mrs. Dalton, and the two of them went upstairs to talk. Gabriel sat across from me, looking distracted. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "How did the interview go?" I kept my head down. "Pretty good. They said if everything goes well, they'll see me in the fall." His expression shifted, and he set his fork down. "You're a lock for Yale with your grades. Why do you still have to hog this nomination? Don't you think that's a bit selfish?" Selfish? I looked at his handsome face, stunned by how absurd he sounded, and gave a humorless smile. "My hair got chopped up like this, and you're still worried I might score higher than her?" He fired back as though I'd burned him: "What do those two things have to do with each other? I was just afraid Lexi would get into trouble playing that game." "She's not like you. She's pretty. What if some creep tried something with her out there?" She's not like you. Those few simple words made my heart ache. I nodded numbly. Just then, Mom and Mrs. Dalton came back. Mom's eyes were slightly red. I stood up, ready to head home with my mom. Gabriel looked even more unsettled. He grabbed my wrist and asked, "What were they talking about just now?" He hadn't touched me in a long time. Probably because he found me disgusting. I paused for a moment and pulled my hand back. "Nothing." I looked into his uneasy eyes. "Probably just worrying about our future." Gabriel. We have no future anymore. The next day, I walked into class, and everyone stared at my butchered hair. "Pfft—the fat pig got a new haircut!" "Look at her, trying to be stylish. Bet she cut it herself!" A group of boys burst into laughter. Gabriel was among them, a faint smirk on his lips. When our eyes met, his smile froze. A sting shot through my chest like a bee had gotten me. I looked away, ignoring the noise. I went to my seat and took out my textbook. The bell rang, and the advisor announced that there would be one last election for class student council representative. I walked up to the podium with my ruined hair on full display. From start to finish, the boys kept snickering and mocking me, and the advisor standing by the podium said absolutely nothing. My hands were shaking the entire time, but I delivered my entire speech without looking at my notes. When I bowed, the advisor was the first to clap, followed gradually by the girls. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, Alexis suddenly stood up and walked to the podium. She wore a short skirt, her long hair draped over her shoulders. A stark contrast to my pathetic state. Alexis took a piece of scratch paper and casually said a few words about wanting to serve everyone. She even stumbled over her words in the middle, blushing and sticking her tongue out playfully, drawing cheers and approving laughter from the boys. But I couldn't laugh. We voted, and the ballots were counted. She and I had the exact same number of votes. The teacher looked at Gabriel. "You haven't handed in your ballot yet." Every head in the classroom turned toward Gabriel. Gabriel pressed his lips together and stood up. Tall and lean, his jacket unzipped, he walked slowly to the front. Sunlight outlined his back. I stared at him, my eyes burning. Even though I'd given up on him, a tiny voice inside me still whispered: What if? What if he remembered pushing me onto the stage when I was crying in elementary school? Handing out candy to our classmates to win me votes? Smiling even brighter than I did when I won and saying, "Look, our Hazel came in first!" What if he remembered me saying that becoming the student council representative made me feel less useless? He walked up to the podium and handed the folded slip of paper to the teacher. The teacher unfolded it, glanced at it, and announced: "Alexis, twenty-five votes. Hazel, twenty-four." "The new student council representative is Alexis. Hazel, handle the handover after class." I sat in my chair for a long time, completely motionless. The sounds around me faded away, leaving only a dull ache in my heart. Gabriel had already returned to his seat. He didn't look at me, and his expression was unreadable in profile. I lowered my head, and big tears splashed onto my textbook. The girl beside me hurried to pat my back, trying to comfort me. Six years. This position was elected annually, and I had won it every year since seventh grade. At first, he'd had to trade candy for votes on my behalf. Later, I'd won on my own. He knew better than anyone what this position meant to a fat girl like me, who lived constantly under the judgmental stares of others. It was the fragile bit of confidence I'd worked so hard to build. But he pulled even that away without a second thought. For Alexis. I was so devastated I couldn't even choke out an "I'm fine." The little boy who traded candy to get me votes was dead in my memories. The current Gabriel was the most popular guy in school, top of our class, and the homecoming queen's boyfriend. He just wasn't my Gabe anymore.After school, I went to hand over my student council duties to Alexis. She sat at her desk, unable to hide the smugness on her face. "There's really nothing to hand over, honestly." She took her time admiring herself in a mirror without even looking at me. "Gabe said I'd do great and told me to go for it." "I think so too. If even you can be the student council representative, it must be the easiest job in the world." I hugged my things to my chest, turned, and walked away. "Hazel!" Gabriel caught up with me in the parking lot and stepped into my path. The setting sun stretched his shadow long across the pavement. "Earlier." He paused, as if even explaining himself to me was difficult. "I didn't mean to vote against you. It's just that Lexi's never served on the student council, and we're graduating soon. I wanted her to experience it once, so she wouldn't leave with regrets." "Don't overthink it." I said nothing. He reached out to grab me, but I turned sideways to dodge him. My eyes fell on the bracelet around his wrist. He'd worn it so often that its edges were scuffed. I recognized it. It was Alexis's birthday present to him last year—a cheap thing from the school store that cost just a few dollars. She had even put it on his wrist herself. Meanwhile, he'd never once worn the autographed sneakers I'd bought him with money saved from two summers of work. Now that cheap plastic band was wrapped snugly around his wrist. The sight of it stung, as if it were mocking how little everything I'd done for him had meant. I didn't say a word. I just turned and ran all the way home. After that, Gabriel seemed to notice something was off. During breaks, when a boy pointed at my hair and laughed, he would actually frown and scold them: "What the hell is so funny? If you've got time to laugh, go do your homework." When I couldn't find my quiz paper, he'd slide his own onto my desk from behind. After school, he'd linger instead of leaving, as if he were waiting for me. Rain that came too late couldn't nourish the parched earth anymore. All it did was make noise. For the final school assembly before graduation, every class had to put on a performance. Alexis had proposed that our class put on a skit, and she'd written the script herself. While the script made its way around the classroom, I was busy doing practice problems. The class kept bursting into laughter, and I began to suspect something was wrong. The script finally reached my hands. And I finally understood what they were laughing at. The main character was a fat, slutty, and dim-witted high school girl. She spent her days coming up with ridiculous ways to seduce the male lead: hiding his sneakers, deliberately falling when he walked by, and trying to dress like the female lead, only to make a fool of herself. Every line was a nasty joke. My entire body trembled. After class, the boys no longer held back, laughing loudly and obnoxiously. "Art imitates life." "Lexi is so observant!" Gabriel was chosen to play the male lead. When he got the script, his brow furrowed deeply, and he glanced in my direction. Unable to read another word, I went to the advisor's office, my eyes red from crying. She sighed and said they'd already been rehearsing the skit for two weeks, so it was too late to cancel it. She then mentioned that our parents had already discussed the hair incident and told me to stop making a fuss. I had no idea what to do. I sat at my desk, cold all over, tears streaming down my face. That night, I stayed up late and wrote Gabriel a long letter. I used every pleading word I could think of to beg him not to perform in it, to leave a shred of dignity for whatever was left between us. The next day, during rehearsal, I saw him arguing with Alexis around a corner in the hallway. He was frowning. Alexis tugged at his arm, her eyes slightly red as she whispered something to him. A sliver of hope ignited in my heart. Maybe it wasn't too late to stop the skit. On the day of the assembly, I sat in the most inconspicuous corner of the audience, so nervous I wanted to throw up. Just as I was silently praying, the girl playing the ugly clown based on me minced onto the stage in a messy wig and exaggerated makeup. "Hubby, don't get so close to those bad women! My little heart can't take it!" The audience roared with laughter. People occasionally glanced at me, and some smirked and pointed me out to others. "Look, that's the fatty." Just when I felt the most miserable, Gabriel and Alexis made their entrance. The handsome boy and pretty girl drew cheers and teasing shouts from the audience. "Kiss her!" "Get together!"

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