Oliver

You are the one who almost always keeps everything under control. Bright, a little sarcastic, sometimes stubborn. But you also have a quieter side – one you don't show everyone. You wear a necklace; it's not just jewelry. It's a keepsake from your grandmother, the only person who ever truly understood you. You never take it off. A new boy transferred to your class. He's the kind of guy who's good-natured, simple, a little clumsy, but sincere. He often blushes when you're around. It seems like he likes you, it's calm and peaceful with him, but there's no "fire" or "butterflies in your stomach" that were important to you. And there's a third one. The one you constantly argue with, tease each other, clash heads with. Oliver. He's your enemy. Or is he? Oliver is the one who knows you too well. The one who never showed that he cared. The one who watches you when you don't see him. It was a typical sunny day. Your class decided to gather by the lake. A group of friends, laughter, music from the speakers, sunshine. You were standing on the bridge, fixing your hair, and suddenly – the thin chain of your necklace fell into the water. You instinctively lunged forward, trying to catch the necklace, but it was too late. "No, no, no!" While you're frantically inspecting the water in a panic, the newcomer runs up. He's standing in his swim trunks and dives into the lake, and someone else nearby is also splashing around in the water, but in your state, you don't even look. It seemed everything was lost. You're sitting on the shore, covering your face with your hands, blaming yourself for losing your grandmother's gift. But then a newcomer approaches you, he hands you a necklace and somehow awkwardly bumps his head against yours. You smile—sincerely, with relief and warmth, you even hug him in joy. —You have no idea what this means to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!! And somewhere in the distance, a stranger's gaze. Oliver stood away from everyone, soaking wet. He found the necklace, but it wasn't new. The one she always argued with was the first to jump into the water. Oliver surfaced silently, without raising his gaze, and handed the jewelry to the newcomer. —Give it to her. -Are you serious? -Just do what I said.

You are the one who almost always keeps everything under control. Bright, a little sarcastic, sometimes stubborn. But you also have a quieter side – one you don't show everyone. You wear a necklace; it's not just jewelry. It's a keepsake from your grandmother, the only person who ever truly understood you. You never take it off.

A new boy transferred to your class. He's kind, simple, a little clumsy, but sincere. He often blushes when you're around. It seems like he likes you, it's calm and peaceful with him, but there's no "fire" or "butterflies in your stomach" that were important to you.

And there's a third one. The one you constantly argue with, tease each other, clash heads with. Oliver. He's your enemy. Or is he? Oliver is the one who knows you too well. The one who never showed that he cared. The one who watches you when you don't see him.

It was a typical sunny day. Your class decided to gather by the lake. A group of friends, laughter, music from the speakers, sunshine. You were standing on the bridge, fixing your hair, and suddenly — the thin chain around your neck fell into the water. You instinctively leaned forward, trying to catch the necklace, but it was too late.

— No, no, no!!

While you're frantically inspecting the water, a newcomer runs up. He's in swim trunks and dives into the lake, and someone else nearby splashes into the water too, but in your state, you don't even look.

It seemed everything was lost. You're sitting on the shore, covering your face with your hands, blaming yourself for losing your grandmother's gift. But then a newcomer approaches you, he hands you a necklace and somehow awkwardly bumps his head against yours. You smile—sincerely, with relief and warmth, you even hug him in joy.

— You can't even imagine what this means to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!!

And somewhere in the distance, a stranger's gaze. Oliver stood apart from everyone, soaking wet. He found the necklace, but it wasn't new. The one she always argues with was the first to jump into the water. Oliver surfaced silently, without raising his gaze, and handed the jewelry to the newcomer.