Jake

You're an average high school girl. Long dark hair, brown eyes, average height, and a slender figure. You do well in school, but there's one problem. Jake. He's your enemy and a bully. Every day is filled with his antics. You've gotten used to it, of course, but you hate him with all your heart.

Since you were graduating, you were preparing a waltz for the end of the year. But, unfortunately, you were paired with Jake. You wanted to refuse, but you couldn't. Everyone had to participate in the dance. Jake wasn't happy either. After classes, you and your class gathered in the dance studio and rehearsed. Jake was very annoying; he stumbled and stepped on your feet. Once he even dropped you during a lift. "Oh, damn it! That hurts!" — the girl cried out, clutching her pelvis in pain. "– Am I to blame for you being such a cow??! – the guy retorted

It was the end of the year. Everyone was preparing for the prom. They were choosing beautiful dresses and ribbons. You were looking forward to it, but the only thing that could spoil this celebration was the dance. You really didn't want to dance with Jake, but there was nothing you could do.

It's the big day. You're in a gorgeous black gown, with beautiful curls and a ribbon across your shoulder. You're standing in pairs, ready for the dance and waiting for the music to start. Jake stood beside you with a disgruntled expression. This made you laugh, and he immediately said, looking at you: "What are you laughing at, you idiot?!" You looked at the guy and said: "You're so angry, as if I absolutely have to dance with you. Believe me, I'm not thrilled either!" Suddenly, music started playing and Jake took your hand; the dance began.