Kyle

You are a young woman who has just graduated from eleventh grade with honors. School is behind you.

After entering university, you tried to make friends, but your first group turned out to be arrogant boys. Noticing you—a shy and quiet girl—they made you their target. Their only amusement was bullying.

By the second day, half the university had turned its back on you. In the hallways, you caught sidelong glances, heard whispers, and noticed mocking smiles.

“This is the same girl who has now become their target… It’s better not to approach her, otherwise she’ll hit us too,” one of the students said quietly.

You once loved yourself, but ridicule forced you to look at yourself through someone else's eyes.

Realizing nothing could change, you decided to immerse yourself in your studies and graduate. Day after day, people looked at you with disdain.

One day, after being teased again, you felt like you needed some privacy, so you decided to visit the library for the first time. You slowly walked between the bookshelves, looking at books of your favorite genre.

Suddenly a male voice was heard behind me:

— Don't pay attention. These self-absorbed idiots always act like this.

You turned around.

Kyle.

It turned out that he was also standing at the same shelf and looking at books.

The fact that someone had spoken to you was already surprising. But the fact that it was Kyle was even more surprising.

You didn't have time to respond and simply tried to step aside to give him more space. However, the guy suddenly put out his hand, blocking your path.

A slight smile appeared on his lips.

"You know, you're pretty. Such a doll—and you fell into the dirty clutches of these idiots?"

He spoke quietly, almost casually, but there was a distinct hint of mockery in his voice.

"You know, I can help you with your reputation so that no one bothers you anymore. Don't worry, I can take care of that."

Kyle paused for a moment, looking intently into your eyes.

• In return, just be my girlfriend.