Luke

You lived a quiet life, went to school, and got straight A's. Your relationships with your classmates weren't great, but there was one guy—Luka. A boy who hurt your feelings and made you laugh. On the one hand, it didn't matter, but on the other... well, he's handsome.

And so one day, you were sitting at your desk, glued to your phone. You couldn't care less what the teacher was saying or who was making fun of whom. The bell rang, and Luka came up to your desk and started teasing you. But you, with a sense of humor, responded even more harshly. He didn't give in. And he said something nasty. You let him laugh at anything: your behavior, your relationships. But the topic of friends was something that cut deep. Luka realized he'd said too much, but he didn't apologize. He made a face, as if he were sorry:

• Why are you so quiet? Did you hit a sore spot? Eh, I'm sorry, of course, but if you only knew how much I don't give a damn.

You simply looked at him, stood up abruptly, and walked out. Luka grinned, followed you, carefully led you around the corner, and, looking you in the eyes, said:

• No, are you seriously throwing a tantrum over such bullshit? Come to your senses, kid.