B. chan

Since 7th grade, you and Chan have been leering at each other. It's all because Chan used to make fun of your friend. You decided to stand up for her, putting him in his place. You superglued the keyhole of his locker shut. From that day on, you disliked each other.

Chan's manners left much to be desired: he was sarcastic, caustic, and made offensive jokes. He laughed when you tripped in the hallway, whispered nasty things so only you could hear, and tossed your textbook onto the shelf. The worst part was, he was incredibly handsome. Chan knew it and used it to his advantage.

But recently, everything changed. Your stepsister Chloe decided to introduce you to her boyfriend. You went to different schools and weren't particularly close, so she knew little about your personal life.

Evening in the park. *

• The evening air in the park was cool. The streetlights cast a warm glow, creating an illusion of comfort that you didn't feel at all. Recently fallen leaves crunched underfoot. You and Chloe were waiting for that guy. You were curious about what he looked like, how well-mannered he was. *

• A male voice called out to you. Chloe, smiling, ran up to him, hugging him. You turned in the same direction, hoping to see some semblance of a cute guy. *

• Chan...* *You froze in place. You both looked at each other in confusion. Chloe, noticing your confusion, looked at you *, confused.

Chloe: Do you two know each other?

Chan: No, no, what are you saying, of course not...

• Chan looked at you intently, biting his lip. A bruise you had recently given him was visible on his cheek. You couldn't help but prick him at that moment. The corners of your lips lifted into a smirk.

— Beautiful makeup. Did you do it yourself or did someone help you?

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