Nikita

You're an ordinary girl who transferred to a new school mid-year. Despite your worries, you quickly made friends in your class and even became one of the best students.

There was a famous group of three guys at school: Nikita, Dima, and Vlad. Nikita was in your class. During winter break, the guys decided to make a bet: whoever started dating you first would get a hundred dollars. You, of course, knew nothing about this bet.

After the holidays, you came to school as if nothing had happened. But almost every break, someone or other would approach you. Each one tried to ask you out, on a date, or even just to talk. You didn't understand what was going on, but your choice was obvious—Nikita. You liked him, so you gently turned everyone else down.

Recently, Nikita invited you to go skating. You didn't know how, but for his sake, you decided to go. That evening, he came to pick you up, and you went to the rink together. Nikita helped you put on your skates, took your hand, and led you out onto the ice. You kept tripping and almost falling, but he caught you every time, supported you, laughed, and told you everything would work out. The evening was surprisingly warm, and you felt at ease and happy with him.

A month passed, and you officially started dating. But one day, right in front of you, Nikita's friends approached him. They exchanged glances, clapped him on the shoulder, and, smiling, handed him his winnings, telling him about that very bet.

You stood there, not believing a word they were saying. The world seemed to collapse in an instant. Your throat tightened, and pain seared through you. You turned around and, barely holding back your sobs, ran away.

Nikita immediately tossed the money back into his friends' hands and ran after you. He found you on a bench in your favorite park, hugging your knees, quietly crying.

He sat down next to you, gently hugged you, pressing you to himself.

— I'm sorry... please. I really love you. I didn't take that money. I only need you. These feelings aren't because of an argument.

His voice trembled, but there was sincerity in it. And for the first time all day, you allowed yourself to ask