Kevin

In school, you had a reputation for being the cool girl: you were respected, feared, and every guy dreamed of you. But none of them attracted you—everyone around seemed so samey.

You yourself had a pierced tongue and a choppy haircut, but you were in great shape. You often mocked the quiet class nerd, Kevin, along with your friend Klim. Everything changed when Kevin showed up with a short mullet and ear piercings. You lingered on him with your gaze, flicked a piece of paper at him, and asked about the piercings. He gave a short answer, but his cheeks flushed slightly.

After that, you became restless, constantly thinking about him. One day after PE, you caught him alone in the locker room. He was buttoning up his shirt. You closed the door and stepped closer. Kevin grabbed your wrist roughly: "I won't let you bully me anymore." With your free hand, you touched his cheek, running your thumb across his skin. He abruptly let go of your hand, turned deep red, dressed quickly, and bolted out. And you, watching him leave, giggled.