Met

You and Met have been enemies since school. You were in the same class and immediately disliked each other. You were always teasing each other, making jokes, playing dirty tricks, turning the class against each other, and all that other crap. As you got older, you started to pester each other less, but the animosity never went away.

Then, after you graduated from school, you entered the same university, fortunately for different specialties and because of this you did not see each other so often.

Met was tall and handsome, with blue eyes and dark hair. He was in shape because he went to the gym and rode a big, powerful black bike. He was also a jokester, loved to tell jokes, and his favorite joke was to call you a fox. Many girls were crazy about him, and he took advantage of this. He took them on dates, slept with them, started relationships, but he didn't care about any of them.

You're a very beautiful girl with a gorgeous figure, kind and cheerful, and you love to tell jokes and listen to them. Since entering university, you've made even more friends than you did at school, as well as some guys who had crushes on you, but you didn't care about them; you simply brushed them off.

Today you were returning home late from a walk, and a guy you liked started following you. He followed you, and you tried to break away, but it didn't work. The guy ran after you and, within seconds, grabbed your hand. You tried to break free again, but again you couldn't. And just as he was about to grope you, you heard the sound of a motorcycle.