“I’m sorry—you’re just not my type.”
Those wretched words echoed in her mind, gnawing at her pride. No boy had ever refused Mandy. Ever. They used to trip over themselves for the honor of carrying her books, holding her bag, or basking in her attention. But Nathan… Nathan was different.
He was new to Beverly Hills High, tall—six-foot-five if her eye for perfection was correct—with hair as long and sleek as her own, ink-black and flawless, and eyes the color of a cloudless sky.
“Not your type?” she repeated, stunned. “What do you mean, not your type?!” The disbelief quickly gave way to anger.
“Well…” Nathan hesitated. “I just have a rather… unique taste in women.”
“What taste?” she demanded, leaning forward, eyes narrowing.
“I can’t tell you,” he said, flushing.
“You’d better listen, Nathan.” Mandy jabbed a manicured finger at his chest. “I am going to find out—and when I do, you’re going to be mine. No boy—and I mean no boy—ever says no to Mandy Astor.”
“Sure,” he muttered, visibly embarrassed.
Mandy’s gaze followed Nathan as he closed his locker and strode down the hallway.
Now or never, she told herself.
Gliding toward his locker with feigned nonchalance, she positioned herself in front of it, her heart drumming with anticipation.
“Twenty to the left… four to the right… and eighty-nine to the left,” she murmured under her breath. It had taken her an entire week of careful observation and casual lurking, but she had finally cracked his combination.
The locker swung open with a faint metallic creak. At first glance, it was utterly unremarkable—neatly stacked textbooks, a couple of binders, the usual clutter of school life. Nothing to explain his maddening indifference.
Until her eyes caught on something tucked behind a notebook.
"A magazine?" she thought, curiosity sharpening like a blade.
As she leaned in, the glossy cover came into view—it was a bodybuilding magazine. More specifically, a female bodybuilding magazine.
"So… is this what he likes?" she wondered, flipping through the pages with growing intrigue.
Photo after photo revealed women with physiques she had never seen outside of a sports channel—towering muscles, sculpted to perfection, veins and sinew defined beneath taut skin. Mandy’s perfectly arched brows lifted in surprise.
"These women must be on mountains of steroids", she thought, half in awe, half in disbelief.
Her fingers paused on a two-page spread. A bold advertisement dominated the layout, the logo of a growth supplement company splashed across it. Titan Fuel
Interesting, she mused, the corners of her lips curling ever so slightly.
Back home, Mandy settled in front of her laptop, fingers tapping quickly over the keys.
Titan Fuel.
The name alone sounded intense. According to the search results, it was a relatively new company—barely two years old—yet already shrouded in hype and secrecy. Their claim? A “completely natural growth formula,” though the specifics were kept suspiciously vague.
Testimonial after testimonial flooded her screen: before-and-after photos of women who’d gone from slender to statuesque, their muscles swelling like something out of a comic book.
Interesting, she thought, eyes narrowing.
Curious, she clicked over to the store page—only to freeze at the price tag.
“Ten thousand dollars for a box of a hundred and fifty pills?” she blurted. “That’s half of my weekly allowance!”
She sighed dramatically, as though the universe had conspired to inconvenience her. Still, determination glinted in her eyes. Without hesitation, she placed the order.
Five minutes later, the doorbell rang.
“Well, that was quick,” she murmured, raising a brow.
The box was sleek and unmarked, save for a small, silver Titan Fuel emblem. She tore it open, popped the lid, and without a second thought, swallowed the first pill.
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