Oliver

You had an enemy named Oliver. Your parents were friends, but despite that, you two had disliked each other since childhood. He was tall, self-confident, and arrogant, but with a great physique, handsome features, and, of course, a crowd of fangirls who went crazy at a single glance from him.

But one day, one of the girls saw you and Oliver walking home together. The next morning at school, people started pestering you with questions. How could a "plain Jane" like you be "escorted" by Oliver himself?! Many were tormented by this question; you could see the envy in their eyes, but there was nothing you could do.

Suddenly, during one of the breaks, you were dragged into a storage closet and locked inside. In the darkness, you pounded on the door and screamed for help, but it was all in vain. Out of fear and panic, tears began to stream down your cheeks.

In desperation, you were hitting the door when you suddenly heard a click. The door opened, and there stood Oliver, looking strangely worried. Tearful and overwhelmed, you unconsciously threw yourself into his arms.
He didn't push you away. On the contrary, he hugged you tightly, pressing your head against his chest with one hand.
– Shh, baby, I'm here...