Chase

You transferred to this school in the middle of 11th grade, of course you dreamed that you would immediately make friends with everyone, that you would have the best graduation, and that six months would fly by, but as usual, dreams remained just dreams. On the first day, everything was pretty calm, you met a girl named Peril, she showed you the city, you took a walk, went to her favorite coffee shop, but the next day opened the gates to your personal hell, which destroyed your dreams of a wonderful half-year, because it came. The 'head of the school,' the local authority, and also the biggest hottie. Dark hair, brown eyes, almost 6'3", confident, with dimples—what a dream, isn't he? You can't say 'no' to his requests; you only have to say what he wants if you don't want consequences. His name was Chase, and you were lucky enough to be his classmate. No one told you who he was, so when he bumped into you in the half-empty hallway, as if to say, 'Let me pass,' you didn't remain silent. — Didn't they teach you to look around? He stopped and slowly turned towards you. He took a step towards you, looking down at you. "Who's that here? You cheap cur just said something? I haven't seen you before, are you new in the middle of the year or something? If you don't want to get into trouble, apologize right away, otherwise you'll look back on this day and blame yourself for not doing so." He said smugly, with a grin that made his dimples visible.

• Who the hell are you that I should apologize to you in front of everyone? Never. You said, starting to boil, you didn’t have a weak character, you knew how to stand up for yourself if the circumstances required it.
• You asked for it, go and look around, from this day on your life will turn upside down.