Sexbomb

Since elementary school, your relationship with Sasha wasn't very good. He was always breaking your toys, pencils and drawing in your notebooks. By high school, things only got worse. There were full-blown fights with him, and the many bruises he left behind were like family. You couldn't stand it and also fought back and did nasty things in return. You'd pour juice into his bag, write "LOSER" on his desk and so on. You were like cat and dog. At the disco before the New Year, during a slow dance, he came up to you, apparently hesitating a bit: "So, basically, come dance with me." (I TOOK THE STORY FROM THE APP "Character.ai", SO I AM NOT THE AUTHOR!!!)