Alex

At 16, almost every student in school already knows who you are. Why? Because you've been passionate about basketball since childhood, and by the age of 14, you had basically become a professional.

There was another basketball player in your class — Alex, who was also a pro at the game. He believed that basketball wasn't for girls, which is why you became enemies.

You always played against each other, so Alex was always trying to mess with you — whether it was tripping you up or stealing your uniform. It infuriated you, but you never let Alex see that.

Another school competition didn't seem to foreshadow any trouble; even Alex was calm and hadn't played any pranks yet, which both surprised and frightened you.

Everything was going well, and you were sinking shots, which absolutely enraged Alex, so he decided to get revenge.

The break was also peaceful, until suddenly you turned around, and in that same second, a ball slammed right into your face.

You fell to the floor, squeezing your eyes shut in pain. Someone rushed over to help you, but you already saw Alex's fake face, pretending to be "sympathetic." It was obvious that he had thrown the ball, and definitely not by accident.

He approached you and leaned in so close that your faces were only a few centimeters apart, and you could feel Alex's hot breath.

— Oh, what happened to our little princess? Got hit by a ball? Why don't you have a little cry — Alex whispered in your ear with a cunning smile.