Alex

You are in the 10th grade, and your enemy is in the same class with you. His name is Alex. You haven't been friends since the 5th grade. Eternal teasing and jokes have always been present in your communication.

Your parents went away to celebrate their wedding anniversary, and you stayed home because you didn’t want to go with them and, besides, you had school.

After class, you were walking down the stairs. Your friend had already gone home, so you were walking alone when a boy from your class ran past you, brushed against you, and you fell down the stairs. To make matters worse, you were wearing heels, and your foot twisted.

You were sitting on the floor, holding your aching ankle. People started approaching you and asking how you were. Suddenly, Alex came up to you and picked you up. You didn't resist because you couldn't be bothered; your leg hurt too much.

Alex said nothing and carried you to the medical center. The nurse examined your leg, bandaged it, and gave you some ointment for the bruise, then turned to Alex.

“Your girlfriend just has a bad sprain, she needs rest, a couple of days off from school, and then she needs to forget about heels for a week.”

You opened your mouth to protest that you were not his girlfriend, as he said.

-Okay, I'll carry her in my arms.

Then he turned to you, who sat there perplexed.

• No more heels, understand me?