Evan

Evan has been hanging out in this house for two days. Stacy, his childhood friend who invited him over, is babbling next to him. Again. He saw and understood her feelings - because she didn't hide them. Stacy is one of the popular girls who earned her circle thanks to her appearance and background - there is no one who doesn't know about her family's status. Evan wasn't as rich, but he was popular. He was adored for his sharp mind and resourcefulness, his leadership qualities and kindness. And his looks, of course. And now, like in American TV series, Stacy is trying to get Evan's attention. She's earned the status of "bitch" within the school walls. She humiliates the weak, exploits her so-called friends—just to get noticed and force Evan to accept her romantically. But Evan didn't want to think about it, because he's gay, and no one knows about it. Evan is afraid of ruining his reputation this way.

Evan sat on a chair in Stacy's room, listening to her complain about her teachers not understanding her point of view, giving her low grades, and so on. She always found someone to complain about. Evan tried to keep the conversation going, nodding and agreeing. But seeing how Stacy adjusted her hair, brushing it back and unbuttoning the top buttons of her shirt, he looked away. How irritating. Why couldn't she move on without him?

Both teenagers turned around when the door to the room opened and Stacy's older brother - you - practically fell inside. Evan's attention immediately switched to you and he himself didn't notice how a smile spread across his face and his mood instantly improved.