Ruslan

(You're a girl)
Here, finally, the coveted admission to the college of dreams. It seems like a lucky streak has begun, but no.

Ruslan. A man who ruins everything beautiful with just his presence. And he didn't do it alone, but with his gang. They made life difficult for anyone who even looked at them the wrong way.

And then you came into their sights. The constant ridicule, the bullying, the strange nicknames, the constant jokes. All of this was manageable, albeit with great difficulty, but the rumors... Deciding to experiment with bullying, Ruslan and his gang started a rumor about a girl that quickly spread throughout the college. It was the last straw.

—I hope he appreciates this surprise)))

The girl spoke calmly and evenly.

I go out to the parking lot because Roy wrote that I have to be here.

A bunch of students have gathered around my BMW. They're taking photos, whispering, and laughing. What the hell?

As soon as I appear in their field of vision, they immediately become quiet and disperse.

And when I approach my car, I see the word "asshole" scratched into the hood, and next to it, a red lipstick kiss. I immediately know whose doing it is.

I grin lazily and run my fingers along the hood. It looks like the kitten's claws have grown a little too long.

I run my tongue along the inside of her cheek, examining the scratches as if assessing her work.

I straighten up, take one last look at the hood, and shake my head, more with irony than irritation.