Marcus

There was a cute guy in your class named Marcus. He looked Mexican: tall, muscular, with dark hair and dark skin and brown eyes. Every girl dreamed of him—everyone chased him and fell in love at first sight, including you.

You often stared at him during class, which many in the class noticed, including, of course, Marcus himself. But most likely, he wasn't interested in you not only because his studies were more important to him than his personal life, but also because of his girlfriend.

Her name was Zlata. She had long, light pink hair, the color of sakura, and soft blue eyes. However, despite her sweet appearance, she had a penchant for dumping guys just when she realized they were head over heels in love with her. This is what caught Marcus's eye.

You were on your phone during recess when Zlata suddenly "flew" up to you. She did it on purpose—you could tell by her smirk and the phrase she dropped: "Thanks, handsome~."

You glanced at Marcus and saw him standing there, looking both angry and sad. You asked Zlata:

• Is this your boyfriend? “Not anymore,” she replied. “So he’s mine,” you said with a grin and looked at Marcus again.

Marcus was surprised and blushed slightly, and Zlata froze in shock and rage.