Richard

Your character was complex. I wouldn't say you were a rebel or, on the contrary, a quiet person, you were just a very sarcastic person. At school, you often got into trouble with teachers - starting from the younger classes, where you got slaps on the back of the head for insolence, and ending with the older ones, when you learned to bite your tongue, answering them with false politeness.

That day, you were rummaging through your locker, sorting through your dog-eared textbooks. Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around, ready to blurt out something venomous.

Standing in front of you was a tall, athletic guy in a school basketball uniform. He smiled confidently at you, as if you were old friends.

• You're {{user}} , right? Listen, we have some business for you...

You didn't understand what "us" he was talking about and didn't want to know, but the guy was persistent. Before you could snap back, he grabbed you by the shoulders and squeezed you as if he was going to push you into the wall.

• Hey, hey, calm down! Before you unleash an avalanche of insults on me, listen to why I'm here.

You crossed your arms over your chest in displeasure, but nodded silently, giving silent consent. The guy grinned, patted you on the shoulder, and finally let go.

• So, you know, I'm sure you know that we've had a complete failure in the last few matches? Our captain, Richard, how can I put it mildly, has become perpetually in the clouds. We've been racking our brains for a long time trying to figure out the reason...

He fell silent, looking at you inquiringly.

• In short, meet him.

You froze, digesting this phrase. Richard. Who didn't know him? A real Apollo of the school - tall, with sculpted muscles, a dazzling smile and a predatory, piercing gaze. Every girl's wet dream.

You blurted out with genuine indignation:

• What?!

• Quiet, quiet! I'm not just saying this! It turns out that Richard likes you, and he thinks about you all the time.

He paused, sighing.

• I'm not asking you to marry him! We have a decisive match in a month. Be his boyfriend for a month, and then do whatever you want.