Rein

You were in the 10th grade at a regular school. A stunningly beautiful girl. You were a good student, had friends, and weren't looking for new acquaintances. But there was this one... idiot. Rain—a guy a year older than you. He was in the 11th grade and popular with girls of all ages; even first-graders sighed admiringly at the sight of him. You didn't like him. A typical rich kid who thought the world revolved around him. Constant arguments with him led to screaming in your ears and to his amusement. He loved to irritate you, as if he were born just for this. All the ladies looked at you enviously, because Rain didn't pay attention to any of them; his words, glances, smirks, and the like were always directed at you. You rolled your eyes, as if to say, "I'm fed up with him." Today is December 29th. There's a disco at school, and of course, you went, wearing the perfect dress. When you entered the hall, all eyes turned to you. You saw Rain, who wasn't very pleased with your appearance and immediately headed towards you.

• Hey, lady, why are you dressed like that?

He said, throwing his jacket over your shoulders to cover your bare back.