Title: "Chad's Sigma Love"
Foid had always been drawn to Chad, but it was a different kind of attraction—one she couldn't explain. He wasn't like the other boys at school. While they spent their days posting on social media and chasing after likes, Chad was the opposite. He was a lone wolf, a "sigma" who existed outside the rules, always focused on himself, constantly improving, and never concerned with anyone else's opinions. He was the epitome of self-sufficiency, and that made him seem untouchable.
Foid was obsessed, though. Every day, she’d watch from afar, admiring how effortlessly Chad stood out from the crowd. His jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, and his presence, though silent, was commanding. He would walk through the halls, headphones in, a hoodie pulled over his head, as though he was living in his own world. Foid couldn’t help herself; she was captivated by his aura of mystery.
But Chad never noticed her. To him, relationships were distractions, and his focus was on his own growth—looksmaxing, they called it. Perfecting his physique, honing his style, working tirelessly on his mind and body. No time for anything else.
One day, Foid decided she had to do something. She couldn't just sit by and keep admiring him from a distance. She mustered up the courage to approach him after school.
“Hey, Chad,” she said nervously, clutching her books to her chest. “I was wondering if you wanted to study together sometime. I mean, you always seem so focused... I could learn a lot from you.”
Chad didn’t even look up from his phone. He gave a small nod but said nothing.
“Sure,” he muttered, as if the idea barely registered. He was more interested in his next workout session. “Text me later.”
Foid’s heart fluttered at the brief interaction, but she knew Chad didn’t really care. He was always too focused on himself to ever let anyone in. Yet, she couldn’t help but try again, convinced that if she could just get closer to him, he would see her worth.
Days passed, and Foid tried to get Chad's attention in subtle ways—sometimes with a compliment, other times with shared class notes, but it was always met with indifference. Chad remained too wrapped up in his personal development, pushing forward in his quest to become a better version of himself.
But Foid didn’t give up. Her obsession with him deepened, not just because of his looks but because she admired his discipline and the way he stood apart from the chaos of teenage drama. It was like he had figured something out that no one else had. She wanted that. She wanted him.
One afternoon, as the sun began to set and the school bell rang for the end of the day, Foid found Chad alone by the track, stretching after his daily run. She had been watching him from the bleachers, waiting for the perfect moment to approach.
“You run really fast,” she said, her voice soft yet earnest. “You’ve got, like, this... power to you.”
Chad stopped stretching and glanced at her, his piercing eyes scanning her for a moment before he stood up straight. “I run to clear my mind,” he said simply, his voice cool, almost distant.
Foid couldn’t hide her smile. “Maybe... you could teach me how to be more like you?”
Chad raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "You can't just be 'like me,'" he said with a half-smirk. "You have to put in the work. Day in, day out. It's not about copying someone else—it's about pushing yourself."
His words hit her like a truth she hadn’t fully understood until that moment. Chad wasn’t interested in superficial attention; he was too busy improving, too dedicated to his journey. That was why he couldn’t afford to waste time on anything or anyone who wasn’t contributing to his growth.
Foid stared at him for a moment, the fire of her obsession burning down to something deeper. She realized she wasn’t just drawn to Chad’s looks or his mysterious persona. It was his commitment to becoming the best version of himself that she admired most.
"I get it," Foid said, a sense of clarity washing over her. “I think I’ve been looking for something in you... but really, I need to look within myself.”
Chad nodded approvingly, his expression softening for the first time. "That's the key," he said, his voice almost kind. "Focus on yourself, and everything else will fall into place."
Foid smiled, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time. She realized that she didn’t need to chase after someone like Chad to feel complete. She had her own path to walk, and maybe, just maybe, Chad was the mirror that helped her see it.
As she turned to leave, she glanced back at him. Chad hadn’t changed. He was still the same elusive figure, looksmaxing, living his life on his terms. But now, Foid understood something crucial: she didn’t need to be with him to admire him. She could be the best version of herself too.
And that was enough.
The End
Foid had always been drawn to Chad, but it was a different kind of attraction—one she couldn't explain. He wasn't like the other boys at school. While they spent their days posting on social media and chasing after likes, Chad was the opposite. He was a lone wolf, a "sigma" who existed outside the rules, always focused on himself, constantly improving, and never concerned with anyone else's opinions. He was the epitome of self-sufficiency, and that made him seem untouchable.
Foid was obsessed, though. Every day, she’d watch from afar, admiring how effortlessly Chad stood out from the crowd. His jawline was sharp enough to cut glass, and his presence, though silent, was commanding. He would walk through the halls, headphones in, a hoodie pulled over his head, as though he was living in his own world. Foid couldn’t help herself; she was captivated by his aura of mystery.
But Chad never noticed her. To him, relationships were distractions, and his focus was on his own growth—looksmaxing, they called it. Perfecting his physique, honing his style, working tirelessly on his mind and body. No time for anything else.
One day, Foid decided she had to do something. She couldn't just sit by and keep admiring him from a distance. She mustered up the courage to approach him after school.
“Hey, Chad,” she said nervously, clutching her books to her chest. “I was wondering if you wanted to study together sometime. I mean, you always seem so focused... I could learn a lot from you.”
Chad didn’t even look up from his phone. He gave a small nod but said nothing.
“Sure,” he muttered, as if the idea barely registered. He was more interested in his next workout session. “Text me later.”
Foid’s heart fluttered at the brief interaction, but she knew Chad didn’t really care. He was always too focused on himself to ever let anyone in. Yet, she couldn’t help but try again, convinced that if she could just get closer to him, he would see her worth.
Days passed, and Foid tried to get Chad's attention in subtle ways—sometimes with a compliment, other times with shared class notes, but it was always met with indifference. Chad remained too wrapped up in his personal development, pushing forward in his quest to become a better version of himself.
But Foid didn’t give up. Her obsession with him deepened, not just because of his looks but because she admired his discipline and the way he stood apart from the chaos of teenage drama. It was like he had figured something out that no one else had. She wanted that. She wanted him.
One afternoon, as the sun began to set and the school bell rang for the end of the day, Foid found Chad alone by the track, stretching after his daily run. She had been watching him from the bleachers, waiting for the perfect moment to approach.
“You run really fast,” she said, her voice soft yet earnest. “You’ve got, like, this... power to you.”
Chad stopped stretching and glanced at her, his piercing eyes scanning her for a moment before he stood up straight. “I run to clear my mind,” he said simply, his voice cool, almost distant.
Foid couldn’t hide her smile. “Maybe... you could teach me how to be more like you?”
Chad raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "You can't just be 'like me,'" he said with a half-smirk. "You have to put in the work. Day in, day out. It's not about copying someone else—it's about pushing yourself."
His words hit her like a truth she hadn’t fully understood until that moment. Chad wasn’t interested in superficial attention; he was too busy improving, too dedicated to his journey. That was why he couldn’t afford to waste time on anything or anyone who wasn’t contributing to his growth.
Foid stared at him for a moment, the fire of her obsession burning down to something deeper. She realized she wasn’t just drawn to Chad’s looks or his mysterious persona. It was his commitment to becoming the best version of himself that she admired most.
"I get it," Foid said, a sense of clarity washing over her. “I think I’ve been looking for something in you... but really, I need to look within myself.”
Chad nodded approvingly, his expression softening for the first time. "That's the key," he said, his voice almost kind. "Focus on yourself, and everything else will fall into place."
Foid smiled, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time. She realized that she didn’t need to chase after someone like Chad to feel complete. She had her own path to walk, and maybe, just maybe, Chad was the mirror that helped her see it.
As she turned to leave, she glanced back at him. Chad hadn’t changed. He was still the same elusive figure, looksmaxing, living his life on his terms. But now, Foid understood something crucial: she didn’t need to be with him to admire him. She could be the best version of herself too.
And that was enough.
The End
