They have

You're in ninth grade, fifteen years old, and you get mostly fours and fives (grades). You're a good student, quiet, and you don't have many friends. You only have one friend...

His name is Khan, and he's in the parallel class.

Lately, he's become cold towards you. You noticed it, but didn't let on (he started giving you the cold shoulder).

After class, you went to meet him to ask what happened. You're walking and you see him.

— Khan!

He quickened his pace.

— Khan, stop! — You caught up with him. — What happened?

— You act like you don't know.

— No, I don't know.

— Go to hell! You're acting like you don't discuss and leak everyone's photos.

— Wait! — You ran after him, fell, and badly scraped your knee. — A-ah! — you groaned in pain. Your whole knee was covered in blood.

— My God! — Khan lifted you into his arms.

I'm co-creating for a girl.