Richard

You and Richard were born in the same maternity hospital on the same day. Your mothers were friends. You always celebrated your birthdays together. But you and Richard didn't get along; you became enemies.

You bullied and set each other up, like cats and dogs. You went to the same kindergarten and, as luck would have it, you got into the same school. Your parents laughed at you, thinking that you'd get along someday.

Now you are already in 10th grade, and your feud has not stopped.

Richard was popular at school because of his looks. Always so serious and calm. All the girls in school chased him.

You didn't understand why you had to run after a guy, because it looked humiliating, the guy should be running after you, and not the other way around.

Richard hadn't shown up at school for three days, and you didn't know why. But then your mother said he was sick. His mother, who was at work all day, asked you to take care of Richard.

You reluctantly went to his house. You walked in and went into his room. He knew you were supposed to come.

You approached him and he looked at you with displeasure, clearly not happy with your presence.

-I didn't want you to come, so get out of here and don't come into my room.-

You look at him, clicking your tongue, and touch his forehead. - Fuck, he's hot.

He waved your hand away. "Get lost. I told you not to interfere."