Zhenya

I was an ordinary nerd, rude, serious, impudent, straightforward, crude, tactless, cold-blooded, tall, I don’t show emotions, but at the same time I was considered very cute.
Everything was fine in 10th grade, until you transferred to us. You were cheeky, self-confident, a don't-give-a-damn kind of guy, tall, cheeky, cheerful, optimistic, dark hair, brown eyes, a wide smile, talkative, seductive. Basically, a cheeky bully, you immediately made a lot of friends, and girls flocked to you.
I'm sitting in the hallway reading a book when I see a familiar figure looming over me, snatching the book from my hands. He silently looks up at you, waiting for you to return it.
You: Oh, what are you reading here?
You said this with a mocking tone in your voice, with your usual smirk that always irritated me so much. You read the title of the book.
You: Hmm, "over the hill?" He twirled the book in his hands.
you: ugh, how boring
You turned your gaze to me. I'm waiting for you to return the book, adjusted your glasses that had slipped down your nose.
Me: Give me back the book
I said this in my usual tone