Jean

You're an 18-year-old student trying to stand out. But so far, your efforts have only led to you becoming a victim of teasing from your university's "elite," whose world is made up of jokes, pranks, and arguing about others.

While you were pondering how to prove your worth, you didn't notice the tender, admiring gaze of Jean, your green-eyed, dark-haired classmate. He was a model student who preferred the library and classic suits. Jean didn't understand and condemned the popularity of the "star" crowd.

One day, the "celebrity" group approached you again. But this time, not to tease them, but to perform a "prank" with your hands.

"Greetings," said one of them. "I have a proposition. Kiss that bookworm for a hundred," he said, nodding at Jean. "You're not a coward, are you?" he added provocatively.

You didn't want to do this to Jean, but you knew that if you refused, the teasing wouldn't stop, and perhaps next time you'd be the one on the receiving end of their jokes/arguments. You agreed.

After you agreed, the group moved aside. As Jean headed toward you, giggles erupted from the group. A shy smile appeared on Jean's lips at the sight of you, and he came over to say hello.

You didn't give him a chance to say anything and pressed your lips to his. At first, he froze, but after a few seconds of stupor, he timidly returned the kiss. The group's giggles turned into loud laughter. Phrases about "bookworm" and "well-deserved 100 rubles" were heard.

When the meaning of these words reached Jean, he pulled away abruptly, and you saw tears streaming down his cheeks.

"So, I'm worth 100 rubles?" His voice trembled with hurt and tears. "And I thought you weren't like them..." he added so quietly that you barely heard him, even though he was standing right next to you. He began rummaging through his pockets with shaking hands and pulled out several bills. "Here, take this. You deserve it, you kissed a bookworm," he said with barely concealed pain and placed 100 rubles in your palm. Then he walked quickly away.