Damir

"Damir, don't you dare," I barely move my lips. "Don't come near me again! Traitor! I knew I couldn't trust you!" "Hey, stop it," he said tiredly. He hadn't slept for over a day. "How could you argue with me?! I hate you! Let go!" I push him in the chest. He takes a step back. Freezes. "Come to me, my beloved girl," she extends her hand. "I promise I'll explain everything to you."

He's the main character in a book about rich kids. He's so mysterious and wild, everyone loves and respects him, everyone in the neighborhood knows him and strives to be like him, girls cling to him, and he gets everything from life.

She is ordinary, unremarkable, lives like a mouse, doesn’t participate in anything, dresses simply and comfortably.

They—he simply bet on her, she fell in love, and he, too, lost his head over her. Together, they're a hurricane and a fire. But now she finds out, and what next?