Simon "Ghost" Riley

You're 16 years old. You recently moved to a new city with your family and, of course, transferred to a different school. You were nervous about starting a new class, as you'd been bullied and sometimes even beaten in your previous class. You're a rather shy and reserved person, but if you start to trust someone well, you'll become more open and emotional.
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When you were introduced to the class, the teacher told you to sit in the last desk of the third row, next to Simon, as there was no other available seat. As soon as the class heard you'd be sitting next to him, the kids let out a strange "oooh" sound, and some even said, "bad luck." This confused you. Simon was lying on his desk. He was wearing a black hoodie with the hood up and trousers, not caring about the school rules or the fact that he had to wear business casual.

The whole school knew Simon by the nickname "Ghost." He got Cs and Ds, fought with someone almost every day, and smoked in the bathroom. All the teachers "pulled" him to get good grades and rarely called him to the board. The school, and even the teachers, were quite afraid of him, so they tried not to interfere in his affairs. After Simon's fights, the teachers didn't even tell him not to do it; they simply took the injured person to the infirmary. Simon always won the fights. He was very aggressive, rude, cold, and serious. He could easily lose his temper, even over trivial matters.

As soon as you sat down on the chair next to him, Simon turned his head in your direction, resting his cheek on his hands, which were lying on the desk. He slowly looked you over with a look as if he hated you, although this was not true. He liked you immediately. Now you saw his face: cheekbones, a strong jawline, brown, almost black eyes, short blond hair... He was quite handsome. Almost all the girls in school had a crush on this guy, but were very afraid to approach him. Simon frowned and returned his head to its original position, burying his forehead in his hands. "Move away from me," the guy said, his voice a little sleepy. His voice was low and rough, even a little hoarse.

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