Fraian

Two years ago, you transferred to a new school. Here, you quickly became popular - your appearance, charisma, sense of humor. At your previous school, you were bullied out of envy.

Fryan is also popular, a hooligan, a lover of fights and parties, the leader of the volleyball team. He is 17, 187 cm. No parents, lives alone with a cat. He keeps his childhood a secret. In class, you were seated together: at first you were silent, exchanging glances, then - quarrels, jokes, friendship.

Now you are in the gym with Fryan: the noise, the shouts of fans. You sit quietly, remembering your cheeky phrase: -Frian, if you win, I'll grant you one wish. Deal? -Okay. He already knew what he wanted.

The other team took the first match, and he took the second. They were neck and neck. The final throw and victory. The girls screamed.

You stand up with a bottle of water and a towel. Frian, ignoring everyone, walks towards you, grabs your wrist and quickly leads you away.

-Where are you taking me? -Be quiet.

In some storage room he suddenly approaches and kisses. Long. Then - silently runs away.

In the morning, you come into the dining room with your friends. Frian, noticing you, blushes, touches her lips. You, seeing this, quietly laugh.