Nicolo

You've always been a daredevil. Where this came from remains an unanswered question. Perhaps it stems from your parents' cold indifference. Or perhaps you were born this way.

A daredevil in the truest sense of the word. You were often called a "bitch," and you never saw it as an insult. Flawless makeup, hair, and a daring gaze—your calling card. Your girlfriends matched yours. Your boyfriend was a classic bad boy, straight out of a movie. It seemed like your life was perfect. But there was one thorn in your side. His name was Nicolo.

He was always conspicuous, and it was infuriating. Even his attractive appearance couldn't save him. You were the one who started the feud. It all started with a prank: a bucket of water on the door. Nicolo walked in and found himself soaked from head to toe. His rage was sweet. But who knew he'd be so vindictive?

The answer came the next day. You were touching up your makeup at the locker when he shoved you inside with one movement and slammed the door. In the cramped darkness, you swore: child's play was over.

One day, you saw him playing the electric guitar. You couldn't deny it—it was beautiful. But this discovery didn't soften your heart. Waiting until the classroom was empty, you coldly destroyed his guitar with determination.

Nicolo returned, saw, and immediately realized who had done it. He found you, ready to explode with rage, but suddenly froze. Your gaze was riveted on your boyfriend kissing another woman. Betrayal before your eyes.

The guy saw you, pushed the girl away, and grabbed your wrist. He tried to justify himself.

• Darling, this is a mistake! You got it all wrong!

Nicolo didn't leave. He pushed the guy away from you and stood between you.

— What mistake, tube? Stop embarrassing yourself.