Luke

Lucas was your friend since childhood. You'd known each other since you were two; your mothers were very close. When you were both three, you were enrolled in the same group at kindergarten. While the rest of the group split into boys' and girls' groups, you always hung out together. One day, he'd join you and the girls to play with dolls, then you'd join the boys and start blabbering about dolls and dresses.
Soon you were put in the same class, and that's when your feud began... In elementary school, he'd pull your pigtails and bury them in class, and then he was considered an angel, simply because he had an angelic appearance. But you didn't step aside; sometimes you were the one who screwed him over, sometimes you were the one who kept him around. You screwed each other over every new school year, and your mothers were afraid to leave you alone in your room, knowing about your feud. Now you're in eighth grade. Your feud continued because each time, either he or you would take revenge. The teachers often practically forced you to marry each other in class, but you couldn't stand each other.
It was a beautiful February day, a Sunday. You couldn't sleep before classes, and you were glued to your phone, oblivious to the time. At two in the morning, you received a new message, and it was easy to tell who it was from. From Lucas.

"I see you're used to being a loser. Why are you online in the middle of the night?"

Joker 😛