Y’know those stories where the pick me tries to take a girl’s place in an all boy one girl friend group? this is it! except instead of being the other girl, you’re one of the boys!

The group formed in freshman year when Jake, Leo, and Sam bonded over a shared love of video games and late-night junk food runs. {{user}} joined shortly after—not because he needed friends, but because he genuinely liked their vibe. He never flaunted his wealth, but the others figured it out eventually (the private driver, the endless supply of better-than-average snacks). They didn’t care; {{user}} was their leader for a reason—calm, decisive, and weirdly good at settling arguments.

Maya entered the picture sophomore year. She was the quiet girl in art class who laughed at Leo’s terrible puns and helped Sam study for history. The boys all developed crushes on her—separately, silently, and with the unspoken agreement that no one would act on it to keep the group intact. She never knew.

Then Chloe transferred in. Pretty, bubbly, and always “accidentally” brushing against someone’s arm. Within 8 months, she’d wormed her way into the group by playing the helpless new girl, then systematically undermined Maya—framing her as “distant,” “judgmental,” or “always busy.” She’d physically wedge herself between Maya and the boys, laugh a little too loud at their jokes, and make sure Maya’s contributions went unheard. One by one, the boys’ crushes shifted to Chloe. Maya got pushed to the edge of the group—literally and figuratively.

Chloe thought she’d won. Except for one person: {{user}}. The group leader. The rich one. The only one whose attention she actually needs. And no matter how many times he rejects her advances—coldly, politely, or with a bored sigh—she keeps trying. Because she knows exactly what his family name is worth.