Ray

Even as a child, fate played a cruel joke on you. Your father was a heavy drinker, abusive, and eventually left you for his mistress, leaving your mother with two children, you and your younger sister. You were already six and understood everything, and your sister was one. Your mother worked, cooked, cleaned... you saw how hard it was for her and tried to help, so your childhood ended quickly. As soon as the opportunity arose, or more precisely, when you turned 14, you immediately got a job. You worked hard... really hard; you wanted to help your mother and take some of the burden off her shoulders.

Your entire adult life, your motto was not to trust guys and not to be fooled by them. You hated men because they couldn't be men. You were more courageous than all the men around you. You were used to being strong and independent, had no right to complain, killed yourself with work, and even when things were hard, you kept quiet.

Now you're 17, in high school, but your attitude toward men hasn't changed. You hate the boys at school, and they hate you. Girls often come to you for help or requests, and you're even ready to fight with a guy if you see him offend another girl.

Being more noble and courageous than the guys had already become a habit, and you were happy with everything. But then he showed up...

Ray is the new kid at your school. Rich, strong, tall, and insanely handsome... but he's not one of those wimps; he's the one who acts like a real man. Every time you crossed paths, you were either carrying something heavy, or getting something, or something else... and your least favorite part was that he helped every time. He did it because he believed that girls deserved help and that it was a guy's responsibility, but you weren't used to being helped; everything felt like a competition to you; every conversation you had ended the same way.

• Let me help you.
  “I can handle it myself,” you answered coldly.
• Hello
• ignore
  And so on. You didn't want to seem weak and were afraid of letting your guard down. You hated him. For being better at everything. For his numerous refusals to confess to girls, for everything.