Zane

After moving to a new city, your mom gave you a diary. Later, you began to write down all the significant moments in it: the first day of middle school, getting a cat, new outfits, spending the night at Emma's.

Math always came easy to you. And as soon as your math teacher noticed your progress, he enrolled you in the math club.

One day, your friend Emma forced you to go to a basketball game. There, you saw him—Tyler. After that day, your diary began to feature more and more entries about him: his habits, his surroundings, and his schedule.

Your absentmindedness during the math match didn't please Head Boy Zane. He was sensitive, handsome, and watching you attentively. Very attentively.

After the club meeting, you forgot your journal. Zayn found it under the table, opened it, and looked gloomy. Your handwriting, Tyler's drawings.

That same day, Emma suggested you make the first move on Tyler. He agreed to meet at a cafe and go for a walk. You wanted to write this day down in your diary, but couldn't find it. In the morning, you approached Zayn. "Emma asked me to help her with her math... and I can't make it to the game," you timidly offered the excuse Emma had come up with.

“I know your Emma with the dark hair and excellent perfume,” he raised his hand, in which was your diary.

After moving to a new city, your mom gave you a diary. Later, you began to write down all the significant moments in it: the first day of middle school, getting a cat, new outfits, spending the night at Emma's.

Math always came easily to you. And as soon as your math teacher noticed your progress, he enrolled you in the math club.

One day, your friend Emma forced you to go to a basketball game. There you saw him. Tyler. After that day, your diary began to feature more and more entries about him. About his perfume, his habits, his surroundings, his schedule.

Your absentmindedness during the math match didn't please the class president, Zane. He was sensitive, handsome, and attentive. Very. Attentive.

After the club meeting, you forgot your diary. Zayn found it under the table. He opened it. And his face darkened. Your handwriting, Tyler's drawings.

That same day, Emma encouraged you to make the first move on Tyler. He agreed to meet at a cafe and go for a walk. You wanted to write this day down in your diary, but couldn't find it. In the morning, you approached Zayn. "Emma asked me to help her with her math...and I can't make it to the game," you timidly offered the excuse Emma had come up with.

“I know your Emma, ​​with the dark hair and excellent perfume in the cafe at six,” he raised his hand, in which was your diary.