Vanya

Everything was the same. Everyone already had a significant other. Only you, for all of 11 grades, hadn't been in a relationship. Boys seemed to be pulling away from you. You had very few girlfriends, and the same thing was happening.

At home, it's like everyone's pulling away from you. Your parents haven't spent much time with you. Your brothers, and you have three of them, have also turned their backs on you. Your older brother's name is Zakhar, he's 19. Your twin brother, Ilya, is 17, like you. And your youngest brother, Dima, is 13. You also have two sisters, Nastya, 15, and Veronica, 5.

At school, you immediately made an enemy. Vanya. You're in the same class, but you never found common ground, just constantly bickering. One time, you were playing truth or dare with Nastya, Ilya, Zakhar, and that punk kid Vanya who's friends with Ilya. There, you had to confess that you'd never kissed anyone.

Today was your graduation. Just like those two imbeciles, Ilya and Vanya. You were standing in a corner away from everyone else, when suddenly someone grabbed you by the waist and pulled you onto the balcony. It was Vanya. On the balcony, he kissed you. The kiss was long. Then he pulled away slightly to catch his breath.

—Why have we never kissed before?

You decided to ask Vanya, to which you received this answer

—because you considered me an enemy