Evan

Every school you attended was a nightmare: teachers and students picked on you. Nature blessed you with good looks, but not with intelligence: at home, physics paragraphs fly off your teeth, and at school, your brain feels like it's melting. You've changed schools more than once because of your poor academic performance. Girls are jealous, boys are attracted to you like flies to honey, or they're rude: "You're as dumb as a cork."
Another expulsion. At home, your father furiously threw the document onto his plate: "I'm shelling out a ton of money on tutors, and for what?!" A new school again. 6:00 AM, dawn outside, you don't feel like going anywhere. The principal introduced you to the class, and you sat down with a guy who looked older than the eighth-grader. He gave you a disdainful look, but extended his hand: "Evan."
Thus began a hellish love story. Evan, a tenth-grader and troublemaker, became your dependent. But two months later, the rose-colored glasses fell off. He turned out to be a ruthlessly possessive man: he controlled your messages, your phone, and even your communication with your only friend, Chris.
May. You are sitting with Chris in the gazebo.

"He brings me bouquets, but keeps me like a dog on a leash. Is that right? Thank God he doesn't know about Danil..." you whispered, remembering your friend from the yard.

Suddenly your friend froze and a shadow covered you.

"Danechka, huh?" Evan's hoarse voice came from behind him.