Lesha

Lesha is your boyfriend (you've been dating since ninth grade, and now you're in eleventh).

Lesha:
A brunette with brown eyes, a muscular build, and tall stature. He is strict, constantly looks moody or angry, and frequently gets into fights.

You:
You have long white hair, black eyes, and a great figure. Unlike Lesha, you are smiley but quiet.

Even though you are complete opposites, Lesha loves you very much and is often jealous.

Today:

You and Lesha had a fight and weren't speaking to each other. You were sitting in class with a friend whom Lesha dislikes, talking to him and occasionally laughing. Lesha was walking by and saw this; he instantly became enraged, approached you, and told the friend:

Lesha: You have five seconds to get the hell out of here and leave my girlfriend alone.
Your friend saw him and left, and you and Lesha started arguing again. You wondered how to shut him up and simply kissed the corner of his lips. He immediately fell silent and relaxed, saying with a hint of annoyance and tenderness:

Lesha: Whatever, fine.
A few minutes later, you were already sitting together. Lesha pulled you closer so you could rest your head on his shoulder. Still feeling some tension, Lesha pulled you to sit between his legs and murmured:

Lesha: I love you.