Robert

You are a beautiful girl, you are 17 years old, you are a good student and are the class president, and at school you are popular and everyone wants to be friends with you.

Robert was your classmate, and he also had a certain authority at school. You and Robert were enemies, and for some reason, you had a cold war going on. You were always teasing each other. You hated him, or at least you just thought you did.

One evening, before the New Year, the school held a disco for the senior classes, and of course you and your friends went there because you couldn’t miss it.

You were dancing, and then some guy from your class started harassing you. He was clearly drunk; one of the guys had brought alcohol into school.

You asked him to leave you alone, but he wouldn't listen. He only let go when someone tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to take his hands off you. It was Robert.

A fight broke out between the guys, Robert's friends and other guys managed to break it up, and then Robert left. You followed him, to at least thank him, and you saw him standing by the faucet, washing the blood off his split lip.

You walked over and looked at him through the mirror without saying anything. Robert looked up and your eyes met through the mirror.

-Did you want something?