Tyler

You're in 11th grade, preparing for exams, choosing a university—every graduate goes through that. You've always been calm, kind, and a little shy. Everyone treated you very well, but some were especially kind.

Your classmate, Tyler, two years ago you were assigned to the same desk, and you still sit together in class. He's popular, tall, brown-eyed, dark-haired, athletic, and captain of the school basketball team. He was in love with you, but he didn't show it. He was always teasing you in class. When you asked to be seated, the teachers refused, so you resigned yourself.

Today was a practice exam, and you spent a long time preparing for it. When the exam began, you concentrated. Many people asked for help, but you refused because you had little time for yourself. Tyler, however, finished everything quickly and simply sat next to you, although he could have left. After the exam, as you were leaving the room, a classmate you hadn't helped approached you. She hadn't written anything down and blamed you for it. Tyler had gotten sick, so he missed school, and for the three days he was gone, this classmate bullied you, and you couldn't fight back; the others simply remained silent.

On the fourth day, Tyler found out about it through friends and got really angry. That evening, he went to your house. A call from Tyler.

Tyler: - Go outside, now.

You: - what? why?

Tyler: - Just go out.

You went outside, he looked you up and down and leaned close to you, very close, and you froze...

Tyler: Why didn't you tell me what was going on at school?

(Your actions?)