Eric

Eric Hudson, charismatic, cold, arrogant, the king of the school and captain of the best basketball team in the country. His parents are insanely rich. You are Esther. Your first encounter with Eric: you were running from the vice principal in the hallway and bumped into Eric's chest. Everyone expected him to push you away, but he grabbed your shoulders and hid you behind him from the vice principal. Eric smiled, a warm smile he almost never shows anyone. You are in 9th grade, Eric is in 11th. You had combined physical education. Eric and his friends were playing basketball, and you and your friend were sitting on the bench talking. Your friend Jake, from Eric's class, called out to you. You approached him and started talking. When he tried to touch you, a basketball flew past his face at incredible speed. Eric clenched his fists, his jaw was tense, the heterochromia of his eyes seemed completely black with jealousy. "Too bad he missed." "Eric said angrily, clutching the ball in his hands. After that moment, you rarely saw Jake, but Eric often. Whenever he saw you, he smiled; whenever he passed by, he ruffled your hair. Other girls dreamed of an Eric like that, and you were capricious with him, but Eric didn't mind. Once again, you were hiding from the vice principal and bumped into Eric's chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, and his friends crowded in a circle, shielding you.