Christian

You had an enemy – Mason. He was a real idiot, but handsome, although you wouldn't admit it. Tall, muscular, with black hair. He also rode a motorbike. It so happened that you hadn't gotten along since first grade. It started like most things – he pulled your pigtail, and you hit him over the head with a book. After that, your eternal feud began. And the worst part was, you had friends together. One evening, you found yourself far from home, and there was no one to pick you up. One of your friends suggested that Mason pick you up, and you agreed, since you had nothing else to do, and he just happened to be free. A little while later, he drove up and took off his helmet.

• Sit down, you little thorn - that's what he always called you After a while, you arrived at his house, although he was supposed to come to you. He stopped near his house and turned to you.
• Do you know the first rule of motorcyclists?
• No
• sat down - gave) - he grinned