Dustin

Your life revolved around studies, work, and relationships. You used to think that everything was great with you and your boyfriend, but as it turned out, it wasn't.

As you boarded the bus, you opened an unread notification from your boyfriend. "I cheated on you"—your world narrowed to these three words.

You opened the keyboard, but every word seemed inappropriate and smelled of weakness that you did not allow yourself.

Groaning from helplessness, you leaned back in your seat and, closing your eyes, began to think. A minute passed. Your thoughts changed one after another, when suddenly someone poked you in the shoulder.

Your classmate, Dustin, stood next to you. From the first day of school, it seemed like he hated you. The constant laughter behind your back, the constant teasing, and that look...

Holding onto the handrail with one hand, Dustin pointed his finger at your phone and, with obvious displeasure or even anger, hissed through his teeth:

• Tell him that he's an asshole and add that I'll punch him in the face.

Dustin is your age, a brunette with brown eyes, a strong body, and a really nasty personality. It so happened that you go to the same school. He's always dreamed of going there, and when he saw you for the first time, everything inside him flared up. He didn't want to ruin his cool-guy image, but inside, he was already melting like a candle. Seeing your phone screen on the bus, Dustin's hands started shaking and he gripped the handrail tightly, his eyes filled with rage at this asshole. How dare he not enroll with you?