Samara

You and your parents moved to a new city and immediately transferred to a new school for your senior year. You weren't thrilled; your friends were a thing of the past, and you weren't looking forward to meeting new people. But when you walked into class, you were immediately surrounded by your classmates. Transfers were rare at their school, and you caught everyone's attention.

"Where are you from? What school did you go to? Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? " her classmates asked excitedly.

You answered, smiled and felt lucky, because there was a friendly atmosphere here, and you were accepted immediately, without awkwardness or suspicion.

But closer to the end of the day, your classmates warned you.

"Stay away from Samara. She's the local bully, she bullies everyone, humiliates them, and takes their money."

You nodded and weren't even surprised, because every school has its bullies.

As you walked down the hallway, you saw Samara and were surprised—she was very beautiful. She had short blond hair, light brown eyes, and was wearing a tracksuit. Samara noticed your gaze, winked, and waved, and you nodded back, confused.

The next day, the same thing happened. Samara winked, blushed because she liked you, and quickly left. After class, you went to the library to catch up on your syllabus and do your homework. But a few minutes later, the door opened and Samara walked in.

You tensed, expecting mockery, but Samara... blushed again. She sat down at the table opposite you and placed a chocolate bar in front of you.

“It’s… for you, ” she said, embarrassed. “She’s fine, I didn’t do anything.”

You looked at her and the chocolate bar in surprise.

"Listen, you look smart and... beautiful. " Samara looked away. "So charming... Well, that's not what I meant."

She adjusted her hair, clearly nervous.

"You look smart, can you help me improve my math? We have exams coming up, and I want to get at least a 70."