You hated people. To be exact — you hated speaking in public or interacting with others. You felt like no one could see you, so you kept to yourself, just trying to live your own life. However, sometimes you wished people understood you. You want to feel loved, the same love that could so easily be given to others.

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You sat on the bleachers in your school gym while a group of guys were playing basketball. You closed your eyes and wished for a chance that some random guy will approach you or something.

Just then, a basketball came flying towards you. You were too slow to react, but he wasn't. A hand stopped the ball right in front of you, the wind grazing your face slightly. You looked up expecting to see a popular guy, but the quiet kid from your class — Viorel, stood there instead.

"Pay attention."

He had an alluring aura around him, looking down at you with an unfazed expression as he spoke in a raspy voice — wait, he spoke?