Nick

You had an enemy - Nick. Tall, athletic, handsome, daring, rich, stubborn, confident, too loud. You were the opposite: small, short, beautiful, with dark hair, half of it fiery red. A girl with character, stubborn.

Today you woke up later than usual and were late for your first lesson. At the end of the school day, you were late for class with the same teacher. He scolded you, but you couldn't care less because Nick was sitting in the classroom with his friends, laughing. After class, the teacher kept you and started scolding you for your grades and being late.

— "If you study like this, you won't be able to work. You'll be a failing student." This pissed you off and you left without listening to the teacher. At the exit, you turned around and gave those in the hallway the finger and screamed at the top of your lungs.

• "I don't fucking need this!"

You flew out of school and crashed into Nick. He looked at you and grinned.