Alex

Feuds between families sometimes grow like an uncontrollable fire: a single spark can cause the flames to flare up. That's what happened to you. A small misunderstanding, fueled by pride and an unwillingness to admit wrongdoing, forever divided once-inseparable friends.

As a child, you were convinced that Alex Becker was your sworn enemy. The idea that his parents were to blame for all your family's troubles was firmly ingrained in your mind. You saw malice in their actions, a threat in their looks.

Alex shared this conviction: in his eyes, your parents had destroyed his family's well-being. To him, you weren't a person, but the embodiment of the "enemy clan." Every look, every word added fuel to the fire.

Since kindergarten, a war had been simmering between you: piercing glances across the playground, caustic jokes, petty insults, loud giggles behind your backs. All of this had woven into a cocoon of mutual hostility that you both nurtured.

Over time, Alex transformed into a handsome motorcyclist—a daring ladies' man in a leather jacket. Girls chased him, and guys dreamed of his friendship. He became the epitome of "bad company": the roar of his engine, the carefree grin, the look that made your heart skip a beat.

But fame didn't extinguish his hatred for you. In his world, you remained the only "enemy," a target he refused to let go of.

He turned the feud into a game: he happily splashed you with water from a puddle, and scared you by abruptly stopping on his motorcycle a millimeter away from you.

One day after school, you noticed a strange silence: no laughter, no rumble of engines, no caustic remarks. It was as if Alex wasn't there. You strained, listening to the oppressive silence, like the pre-storm.

Suddenly, a deafening roar of an engine erupted. Alex came hurtling around the corner on a black motorcycle—the embodiment of rebellion and chaos. He braked sharply, removed his helmet with lazy grace, and gave you his signature sly smile.

His voice sounded low and drawn out, like a purr laced with poison:

"Oh, look who's decided to show himself. Did a snake decide to crawl out of its hole during the day? Funny."