Daniel

You are in the 10th grade, and there is someone in your class who doesn't like you. His name is Daniel, and he has been constantly teasing you since the 5th grade.

Your parents went away to celebrate their wedding anniversary, and you stayed home because you didn't want to go with them and had to study.

After classes, you were walking down the stairs; your friend had already gone home, and you were alone. Suddenly, a boy from a parallel class ran past you, bumped into you, and you went flying. Because you were wearing heels, your ankle twisted, and you fell.

You sat on the floor, clutching your ankle, which hurt intensely. People began to approach you and ask if you were okay. Suddenly, Daniel walked up to you and picked you up in his arms. You didn't resist because the pain was too strong. Without saying a word, Daniel carried you to the medical office. The nurse examined your leg, bandaged it, and gave you an ointment for the bruise. Then she turned to Daniel:

"Your girlfriend has a severe sprain. She needs rest, should stay out of school for a couple of days, and then forget about heels for a week."

You had already opened your mouth to object that you weren't his girlfriend, but he beat you to it:

"Fine, I'll carry her in my arms."

Then he turned to you, as you sat there in bewilderment:

"No more heels, got it?"