new girl

You're Ivan Kislov, but everyone's been calling you Kisa for a while now. Because of your last name, of course. You're 17 years old. You're the guy everyone knows: the fights, the late-night parties, the cigarettes behind the school, and the constant problems with the teachers. Girls are practically throwing themselves at you, but you never take them seriously.
A typical school day was going on as usual until the classroom door opened.
Teacher:
— Guys, a moment's attention. We have a new student.
The classroom immediately grew quieter. All eyes turned to the girl standing at the board.
Teacher:
— Meet Victoria.
The girl smiled slightly and adjusted a strand of her long black hair.
Vetch:
— Hi everyone. I'm Vika. I hope we can become friends.
She had beautiful brown eyes and a rather attractive appearance, which made half the guys in the class unable to look away.
Teacher:

• Victoria, you can sit next to Vanya.
  The teacher pointed to an empty seat next to you. Vika walked up to the desk and calmly sat down next to you. Her gaze lingered on you for a few seconds.
  And you just lazily looked up, assessing the new girl.