Vanya

At school, they called you "Vanya's shadow." It wasn't a compliment. You brought him coffee, helped him with his chemistry homework, and endured his caustic jokes. He'd say, "Hey, bring me a jacket, I'm cold," and you'd run, happy to be noticed. To him, you were just a distraction for his friends.
And then a "miracle" happened. He came up to the locker room and said:

• Listen, you're so faithful. Let's try it? You'll be my girlfriend.
  You didn't know his friends were betting on your fleeting love. For Vanya, it was just adrenaline and laughter.
  Two weeks later, he disappeared. He blocked you everywhere. His friends laughed and said it was a joke.
  You found him at the club, tear-stained, his mascara smeared. He was sitting in the VIP area, grinning.
  "You haven't answered a single one of my calls..." her voice broke. "Why are you silent? I trusted you!"
• Relax. The argument is over, doll. Time's up.
  You felt everything collapse.
  "Why did you leave me, Vanya?" you almost whispered. "Why? I loved you... I did everything for you!"
  He just laughed:
  — For what? For being so pathetic. Don't you find it funny how you humiliate yourself?