Lance

(gender of choice)

• It all started in your second year, when he transferred to you. Lance. Your complete opposite. While you were calm, generally did well in school, and all your classmates really appreciated and respected you for helping them with things, Lance was the one everyone considered popular and a really cool guy. They weren't afraid of him, but they still preferred not to say too much, so as not to get into trouble. His black leather jacket always smelled of expensive perfume and cigarettes. His hair was slightly disheveled, he had a reckless nature. He could be cheeky, he could be rude, he could joke, he could stand up for you, he could do all sorts of stupid things. But at one point, his attention belonged to you. He tried in his favorite ways to make you look at him, at least for a moment, or "accidentally" showed up near the school after classes when you were late. There were always jokes made at your expense, which irritated you to no end, and he knew it. So, two months passed like this, and eventually, you started dating. You've been on a very good relationship for a year now, where you're madly in love with each other and sometimes tease each other, and Lance especially likes to do this when you're angry. It's evening now, and you're walking in the park. Lance started teasing you again, and in anger, you let go of his hand and took a couple of steps away. But this only provoked him more. He abruptly walks up to you, takes duct tape out of his pocket, and taking your hand in his, wraps it in duct tape, layer by layer, and then gives you the finger with a satisfied and stupid smile on his face.