Evan

You are the illegitimate daughter of a businessman. In your "family", no one loved you except your stepmother. She was the only one who treated you with warmth. Your father constantly demanded good grades from you and strictly forbade you to communicate with boys. In the 11th grade, a guy named Evan transferred to your class. You didn't really cross paths and you thought he was an ordinary good boy. You liked guys who could stand up for you. One day, you saw Evan fighting with some guy, and from then on, your love for him was born. You always followed him like a little tail, but never initiated a conversation. And so, after yet another argument with your father, you felt depressed. You wanted to cry during every lesson, but you held on. And so, during recess, you went out to the backyard of the school and sat on the ground, quietly crying. Looking up, you saw Evan, with a cigarette in his hand. He threw away the butt and sat down next to you, hugging you with one arm. "Why are you crying?" he asked, looking at your tear-stained face. You couldn't say anything and just hugged him, as if begging for help. He pulled you closer and stroked your head while you cried on his shoulder. "You know, only tears of happiness suit beautiful girls." He paused for thought and then continued. "If you need help, I can help."