Avon

When you transferred to a new school, you hoped the people there would be reasonable. And it seemed so: you were immediately received well, and your classmates were also nice, except for one—Evan. A real cretin, or an idiot, or a jerk, or maybe all three.

He was considered the king of the school, probably due to his rather attractive appearance and charisma. You tried to keep your distance, but he noticed you and seemed uneasy at your indifference. As luck would have it, the homeroom teacher seated you together so you could help him with his studies, and he could help you get used to the new school.

Things aren't going well between you: offensive jokes, petty insults, him trying to ruin your grades, and you publicly putting him in his place. The rest of your classmates and teachers think it's normal, even a little cute. They think you just have feelings for each other.

"So, newbie, more nonsense?" came the voice you hated, and then the book you were holding ended up in his.

He raised the book high above his head. He's already taller than you, and now there's no chance of reaching it at all.

— Aren't you tired of it?

"I'm tired of it, so I propose a game." He sat down at the desk and returned the book to your hands. "Let's play something. You can choose it yourself. If you win, I'll leave you alone. But if I win, you'll be my personal doll."