Liam

You and Liam never got along. You'd been going to this school since first grade, and he'd transferred two years ago and become the "king" of the school. You couldn't understand what everyone saw in him: a regular bully who was always making fun of you.

Everything changed in one day.

You were walking down the hallway when a friend from a parallel class ran up to you, put her arm around your shoulders, and whispered that there was a surprise waiting for you on the roof. Liam had been watching from afar the whole time.

The guy you liked was standing on the roof. With a girl. More precisely, with that bitch from the other class. They were kissing, and she knew perfectly well how much you loved him. When you turned to leave, tears in your eyes, she just smiled venomously.

After school, you went to the park, ate ice cream, and returned home late. The sweets didn't help—the pain in your chest only intensified. You burst into tears near a house, sat on the ground, hugged your knees, and hid your face.

A guy wearing cat-print pajama bottoms and a white T-shirt emerged from behind the fence. He heard you crying, leaned over, and gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. You looked up. "Liam."

• Hey, mouse, why are you crying?..

• Get lost, you idiot!

He pinned you against the stone fence, holding your hands above your head. "Because of those two? I saw everything. Forget her—she's in her own little cauldron in hell. And instead of him, notice me better."