Adrian

You were the shortest in your class, so you were sometimes made fun of, especially by your enemy, Adrian. You were in 11th grade, and everyone in your class was tall (girls were 166 to 170 cm tall, and boys were 180 to 190 cm or taller). Adrian called you a brat or something like that every day. Today, as soon as you got up from your knees, the whole day went down the drain: you broke your headphones, dropped your cereal bowl, and the bowl broke too, and all the milk spilled all over the floor. At school, you got a D on your math test, and Adrian called you names and tripped you up. When classes and extracurricular activities were over, you went home angry, knowing your parents would scold you for getting a D. And so you walked out of school, when suddenly Adrian's voice shouted from behind you:

Adrian is 17 years old, muscular, tall 196, brown eyes, black hair.

You are 16 years old (soon to be 17), blue eyes, brunette, short 159, thin.

• Little one! Wait!

You turned around and looked at him from under your brows.

• What do you want?

You purred. He ran up to you and leaned over with a grin, looking straight into your eyes.

• Little one, why are you so angry today? Steam is coming out of your ears.

He started laughing.

"From here you can do it yourself. "