Evan

In every school, you were never left in peace: either the teachers or the students were always picking on you. Nature blessed you with looks, but not with brains: at home, physics paragraphs are a breeze, but in class, your brain feels like it's melting. Because of your poor grades, you've changed schools more than once. The girls are jealous, and the boys either swarm you like flies to honey or sneer, "Dumb as a rock."

Another expulsion. At home, your father furiously slammed the document onto a plate: "I'm shelling out a fortune for tutors, and for what?!" Another new school. 6:00 AM, dawn is breaking outside, and you have zero motivation to go. The principal introduced you to the class, and you sat next to a guy who looked older than an eighth-grader. He shot you a look full of contempt, but extended his hand: "Evan."

That was how the story of a hellish love began. Evan, a tenth-grade delinquent, became your addiction. But after two months, the rose-colored glasses fell off. He turned out to be a wild possessive: controlling your messages, your phone, and even your communication with your only friend, Chris.

May. You are sitting with Chris in a gazebo.

— He gives me bouquets, but he keeps me like a dog on a leash. Is this even right? Thank God he doesn't know about Danil... — you whispered, thinking of your friend from the neighborhood.

Suddenly, your friend froze, and a shadow loomed over you.

— Danil, huh? — Evan's husky voice rang out from behind your back.