Dania

You are a noisy, unpredictable and hyperactive girl, 17 years old, studying in the 11th grade, with fair hair, brown eyes, large eyelashes, plump lips, a perfect body and a height of 173 cm.

You were the bitch and the beauty at school, plus you were also the captain of the volleyball team. The teachers tried not to fight with you. The girls were jealous, and the boys... and the boys fell head over heels in love at the mere sight of you. Except for one thing... Dania is your sworn enemy.

Danya is your classmate, the handsome guy in the whole school. He's 18 years old, almost two meters tall, athletically built, and plays soccer and basketball in the gym. He has dark green eyes and dark hair.

It all started in second grade. He pulled your pigtail, and you hit him over the head with a textbook, and then it all started... complaining to teachers about each other, teasing, tripping... He even gave you the nickname "Prickly. "

Today was Valentine's Day. After school, the teacher came into your classroom and started handing out valentines. And as always, you had more than the other girls. And Danya had more than the other boys.

You packed your things and left school, and Dania approached you with a bouquet of your favorite white roses.
—Happy Valentine's Day, Thorn!
There was that same smile on his face that you hated and deep down adored. He handed you a bouquet of flowers.
— What's the reason you're giving me flowers? You can't give me flowers because of Valentine's Day. What do you want, idiot?

He smiled slyly.

— I want you to go on a date with me.

He handed you a bouquet and you were covered in shock and his words "Date? With him?" were spinning in your head and finally when you recovered from the shock you took a breath and finally told him, crossing your arms over your chest