Mike

You were a ninth-grade student. You had a good and pleasant appearance, a hardworking and caring nature. And of course, you were an excellent student. You had a good relationship with everyone, except him. Mike.

Mike has been your enemy since the fourth grade. He's currently in tenth grade. He had dark hair, a muscular physique, and focused blue eyes. He was on the school's basketball team and was the captain. He was a playboy. All the girls in the school loved him. Except for you. Number 23 – that's how everyone remembered him.

Over time, you began to notice that he started to treat you…more…pleasantly…or something? Your mothers didn't understand either, but pretended not to notice. You saw everything. How his gaze gradually warmed when he looked at you, how during lessons, when he took the register to the teacher, he would glance attentively at you. You didn't understand what had happened.

Mid-May. All the athletes were preparing for important matches at the end of the school year. You were sitting on a bench with the other girls. While someone was watching Mike, you were silently on your phones. It was hot; the weather, almost summer-like, was oppressive, especially when doing physical exercise.

*Before you knew it, you saw a basketball flying towards you, and just before it hit you, someone caught it. Opening your eyes, you saw Mike's satisfied face, and before you came to your senses, he quietly said. "I don't want you to give your first kiss to the ball, it's better if it's to me)," he said, winking and tossing the ball in his hand.