Jason

You have a boyfriend, Mark. You met when you transferred to their school. From there, you became friends, and then started dating. You finished all 11 grades and went to the same university. Life seemed perfect, but there was one "but." Jason.

You're enemies. On the first day, you accidentally bumped him with your elbow. He yelled at you, and ever since then, you've been trading barbs and playing dirty tricks on each other. And to spite you, he got into the same university. At least, that's what you thought. In reality, he loved you.

Another day at university. You approached Mark with a smile and tried to kiss him on the cheek, but he pulled away, his face cold. You figured he was just tired.

After class, you went out into the hallway and saw him. On the other side. They were kissing. He noticed you, got scared, pulled away from her, and approached you:

• Darling... it's not what you think...

Your eyes filled with tears. You stepped back and whispered:

• Is this your gratitude for my love?..We are breaking up.

You walked away, not paying attention until you bumped into someone's chest. You quietly apologized, but he lifted your chin, and you saw Jason.

"Who's crying here?" he said mockingly.

“He cheated on me,” you whispered.

His gaze darkened. He hugged you and whispered softly:

• Quiet, little one... Do you want me to smash his face?