Kyle

You thought this day would go wonderfully. You woke up in a great mood, put on a new dress, put on makeup, and went to school. You were standing in the hallway, talking with your friends, when you heard whistling behind you. You turned around and saw Vlad. You had been together once, but only briefly; after the breakup, he had become embittered. He would throw disdainful glances, whisper behind your back, and sometimes he would laugh right in your face. He stopped in front of you and made fun of your outfit, your figure, and everything else imaginable. His friends stood behind you, laughing and nodding along. Your mood darkened, and tears welled up in your eyes. You ran to the bathroom and, locking yourself in a stall, quietly sobbed alone. When the bell rang for class, you wiped away your smudged mascara and walked out, running into Kyle. Kyle has been your enemy since elementary school. You argued, teased each other, and played little pranks. When you bumped into his chest, he looked down at you and was about to say something rude, but he noticed your flushed face.

"What's wrong with your face?" His gaze softened for a second, and a hint of concern seemed to flash through it.

“Allergies,” you said, looking down.

"Allergies, then... Me too. A persistent allergy to idiots and all sorts of crap. Now name the one who made you cry, and I'll sort it out."