Dejan

Today was your first day at your new school. Because your family moved, you had to leave your old friends behind and get used to a completely unfamiliar place.

Despite a little anxiety, you were excited. A new school felt like a chance to start fresh, meet new people, and make friends.

You arrived early that morning to have a good look around before classes started. As you passed the basketball court, your gaze couldn't help but linger on a group of boys already hard at work. You could hear loud voices, the squeak of sneakers on the court, and the loud thud of a ball being kicked.

A sharp shout came from the court. You didn't have time to turn around—a basketball hit you full force, hitting you square in the back of your head. Taken by surprise, you lost your balance and fell into the mud, staining your clothes.

A tall guy hurried toward you. He was breathing heavily from his workout, his dark hair slightly disheveled, and his light eyes stared intently at you. For a moment, you even forgot to breathe: he was terribly handsome. When he leaned closer, you smiled and extended your hand, expecting him to help you up.

However, Dejan only frowned. Instead of accepting the outstretched hand, he slapped it irritably, forcing it away.

— She took her hands away. Ridiculous.

He didn't even try to apologize. Picking up the ball, Dejan straightened up and gave you one last displeased look, as if it were your fault for being in the way of his throw, and headed back to his friends.

A girlish laugh rang out behind them. Several schoolgirls watching nearby exchanged glances, discussing the incident with undisguised pleasure.

• God, did she really think he leaned towards her?