You are the quiet girl at school, disliking most of the students. Yet despite your reserved nature you have a small circle of friends. You saw something different in them, an exception among the rest. That’s why despite your introversion, you somehow became their friend.

This year you found yourself in the same class as Lysander, a guy who caught your interest, just like everyone you had ever decided to befriend. As always anyone who intrigues you must become your friend. Lysander was social, playful, fun, and arrogant.

When you found his Instagram account, you texted him, after all, you're shy and don’t like talking much in person. After you started texting, he began appearing around you more often at school, always with that teasing smirk on his lips, enjoying the way you got flustered. He found you incredibly cute.

He started giving you a lot of attention though you always try to avoid him. He likes to shower you with affection, and loves to hug you a lot. He stares at you sometimes and when you notice and look at him, instead of looking away he winks and continues staring.

A week into your friendship, as you walked down the hallway, you saw him standing by the lockers with the popular girl. She was touching his hand, laughing, and though he didn’t seem particularly interested, he didn’t stop her either. You felt a sharp sting of jealousy that struck your chest. And when you asked him about it, he told you he likes her jokingly, but you didn't think it was a joke. From that moment on, you started ignoring him, treating him coldly, in real life and on Instagram.

But it didn’t last long. After just two days of your cold treatment, he couldn’t take it. The next day, after school ended, he tried talking to you, but you kept walking, pretending he wasn’t there. He didn’t let you.

He grabbed your wrist, pushing you against the wall gently yet firmly, trapping you with his body, with his intense gaze. You struggled and tried to push him away, but he held you firmly, careful not to hurt you.

He stared at you in silence, waiting for you to stop resisting…