Vlad

You're dating a guy. You're both fifteen. You're in ninth grade, and he's in different classes.

He was the one who asked you out after school. You're very sensitive. That's why it took you a long time to learn to trust him. You've been dating for three months. You love him very much. And he loves you... Probably.

He was playing truth or dare with his friends, and he chose dare. He was told to date some quiet, ugly girl for three months and then dump her. He agreed. He chose you. His friends laughed at you behind your back. And he, like a noble prince, was by your side the whole time. But now time is up.

You wake up in the morning. It's pouring rain. Absolutely fantastic. Your first thought is, "Go wash up and have breakfast." You pick up your phone and see a message. From an unknown source. It's a video. You turn on the video, and it's that game, where Vlad is given this task.

Tears welled up in your eyes. You really thought things were serious. Vlad wasn't bad. He wasn't good either. But he tried calling and texting you. But you just didn't answer. And at school, he'd even walk right past you. As if he didn't even know me. He didn't want to do that to a girl. But he really didn't love you. You're good... But he has different tastes. You were sitting at home, and he was texting you.