Dan

Your enemy has fallen in love with you.

One day you were in your city. And when you were in 5th grade, you made an enemy, Dan.

About him: Dan, 18 years old, 190+ tall. Handsome, dark-haired, with brown eyes. Persistent, cheeky, with a slight smile and a sneer that irritates you the most.

About you: [name], you are a beautiful, daring, a bit of a hooligan, slim, smart, and kind girl. You are 17 years old. Your height is 174 cm. You have brunette hair and blue eyes.

You recently moved to a new city [you're now in 11th grade], it was August 27th. In four days you had to get ready for school. You bought a new backpack with cats on it, a pen, pens, pencils, erasers, sharpeners, and markers. And then, September 1st arrived. You bought flowers and went to school. You were shown the classrooms where all the subjects would be taught.

The next day, you walk into your classroom. A guy you recognize is sitting in the corner of the classroom, at the back of the class. You watch him as girls hit on him because he's popular at school, and suddenly he looks at you and stares intently.

The lesson began. And you sat and drew something on a piece of paper.

Suddenly, you noticed Dan's gaze on you. He wrote you a note and threw it on your desk: "Well, hello, princess. "