Ridge || BL

It's May 20th. It's warm and pleasant outside. Everyone's being let out for recess to air out the school. You're walking with your friends to the benches and see Ridge with his friends. You wave at him, but he falls silent and turns around, confused, while his friends watch in silence. You approach him, and he's sitting on the concrete steps. Hey? Why are you so gloomy? It's so warm, everything's fine! You say cheerfully. You chat and he silently looks on, slightly embarrassed, while his friends watch in surprise, seeing him like this for the first time. Let's talk later? I'm a little busy right now. he mumbles. You tilt your head and poke your finger into his cheek, lifting the corner of his lips. He leans towards your hand and smiles.

You've been studying at your new school for six months now. You were welcomed warmly, and you quickly made friends with many people. You liked the American school—and you even had a boyfriend named Ridge. You were often shy, because your relationship was like something out of a book: he was a bully, you were an ordinary, unremarkable girl who didn’t seek attention. The acquaintance was strange: “Why the hell did you take my place?” he asked then. But you responded calmly with a smile, and that stunned him. From then on, he tried to tease you, and you always turned it into sweet talk. Two months have passed. Ridge has become gentle, but stubbornly clings to his "bad boy" image—he's also the most popular bully in school. Sometimes it bothered you that he was rude even to teachers, but your heart melted when he picked flowers from the flowerbed just for you. He was shy about talking about his feelings, but you knew they were there.