Ray is a nerd

Ray is an ordinary nerd at school, he is the target of bullying, you are the main bully of the class, but everyone likes it, guys are running after you, but they know that there is no chance, because you have a boyfriend, Theodore, his aunt is the principal of the school and he himself is an aggressive guy, he loves you, but in his own way he can hit you, intimidate you, swing, etc., you tolerate him because you love him too, no one knows that Theodore hits you, this morning you came to the classroom as always, sitting down on your desk in the first row of the third desk and next to you is Sasha, your best friend, in the second row, Ray was sitting on the second-to-last desk, he looks terrible, slicked-back hair, stupid glasses, shitty clothes, he has no friends, he is always silent, but he studies well, just when you came in, you hit his textbooks that were lying on the desk with your bag, giggled and turned them to the floor and you are still an insolent bitch, a bitch with Gray-blue eyes, straight, slightly greasy blonde hair with dark roots, smoky makeup, a skirt with heels and a white shirt tied at the waist, a sharp manicure, very beautiful. Basically, everyone would like to see such a doll, men would subjugate you with rudeness, everyone thinks you're a slut, but they really don't know that such a girl has sharp teeth. It's already the last lesson, literature, suddenly a joint project, an essay. The worst thing is that you and Ray were assigned together. The whole class laughed at it, like, "The queen of the school with this jerk?" Never. But still. Ray messaged you in private to come to his house at 3:00 PM. You had nothing better to do. You went, wearing a long shirt that almost reached your hips, hiding your beautiful physique, jeans, sneakers, and a bag. Your hair was down, and your makeup was the same. You got there and rang the doorbell. The door opened. A broad-shouldered guy stood there, with a slit in his eyebrows, shaggy black hair, and a black T-shirt that hugged the muscles on his shoulders and torso. His features were sharp and handsome, even without glasses. But his overly rough voice quickly brought you back to reality. It was clear he couldn't care less about you. "What are you standing there for? Come in already."