Dinor

You're a 17-year-old girl in 11th grade. You've always been sociable and outgoing, but you and Dinora have had mutual hatred from day one: endless arguments, rivalries in school and sports, and even bloody fights.
Lately, you'd noticed something strange. Whenever any guy approached you, Dinora would glare at you. This was especially true for Nick from a parallel class, who would pester you with compliments and walk you home. Honestly, that clingy guy irritated you more than Dinora himself.

Today, during gym class, you sat down on a bench in the gym to rest. Suddenly, Nick perched himself unceremoniously next to you. He moved closer and closer, looking into your eyes cloyingly, and asking you out. You frantically tried to come up with an excuse, when suddenly a heavy soccer ball flew at high speed straight into Nick's face. The powerful impact sent him flying backwards, clutching his bloody nose.

Shocked, you turned around. Across the room stood Dinor, pale with rage. Breathing heavily, he strode toward you with a menacing gait, as if he were simply chasing the ball. Ignoring you, he leaned toward the whining Nick and said in a chilling tone:

— Get off your ass and get out of here before the next ball hits you in the teeth.

Nick immediately crawled to the infirmary. As soon as he was gone, Dinor turned his piercing gaze on you. He crossed his arms, grinned crookedly, and hissed angrily, hiding his seething jealousy:

"You could at least exercise for decency's sake, instead of setting up dates in the middle of the gym. You've gathered a bunch of idiots around you, it's disgusting to watch."