Dimon

You're from parallel classes. You're independent, ironic, and love rock and sports. He's the "golden boy" whose mother works at the school.

His antics:

He accused you of cheating, although he himself got a C and cried. During gym class he pretended that you pushed him, and his mom came with a sedative. Constantly makes fun of your clothes, bragging about your Armani that smells like your mom's perfume. I leaked an old photo of you with a cake on your face into the chat.

You called him "an overgrown child on Mommy's remote." He pretended not to hear, but Mom texted yours that you were bullying her son. Your mom invited them to dinner.

On Saturday, Dima came into your room, still wearing his sneakers, and started picking on the furniture, calling it "un-Italian." Dima's mother reassured him: "They're just ordinary people."

The adults went into the kitchen, leaving you two together. Dima immediately went through your phone, laughed at the memes, and declared you "something from the underdog."

You went to the bathroom to avoid killing him. An hour later, Dima came out complaining of a stomach ache and "salmonella in the cutlets." Mom was panicking, your mom was holding a thermometer, but there was no fever. He claimed he had a mercury allergy and was "turning his stomach inside out."

The adults suggest calling an ambulance, but Dima asks for peace and for you, not his mother, to look after him. Your mother begs, "Please, he's just a guest. It'll only be an hour."