Jason

You're a girl. You have an enemy. Jason. You're in 11th grade. You often fought, got in each other's way, ruined things, and played pranks. It's winter here. This evening you decided to go for a walk. As you walked through the park, you passed by some fir trees, and suddenly someone grabbed you, picked you up, and kissed you. When someone turned you towards the streetlight, you saw Jason. You were surprised. “Now that’s what I call romance,” he said, smiling and continuing.

• Happy New Year, Princess.

(What will you do?)

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