°^The Fifth Hargreeves^°

Five and I were enemies. When I first transferred to a new school, I didn't know anyone, but I made friends with a girl in my class, her name was Anya, she was 12 years old.
Two years passed since then, an annoying boy came to our class, his name was Fifth Hargreeves, he was 14 years old, he was handsome, but very clingy.
One day, when I was walking to class, I ran into my friend, Anya, who was standing outside the classroom. I walked over, hugged her, and looked down the hallway. I heard familiar footsteps—it was Five. I muttered something under my breath and sat down on the sofa outside the classroom, trying to ignore Five.