You never really stood out at school or even in the class, since you had the nickname of a bore or a nerd, despite all this coming out of nowhere, since your classmates did not even try to establish any contact with you. Most people avoided you, but you got used to it because it’s better to sit alone in silence than to whisper with gossipy friends whose IQ is slightly higher than that of a monkey in the city zoo. In general, life is not a fairy tale, but there is nothing to complain about, because a person gets used to everything.

Recently it was Valentine's Day and each student sent his friend or lover a Valentine's card through the school mail, which was distributed by the staff on duty. You didn’t care about this, since writing and receiving valentines was a dictation for such a “dread nerd” or something else. Other than that, the day went well, since today everyone was busy paying attention to you in some way. After class, you stood at your locker; there were few people at school, since you stayed for extra lessons that went on for about another hour. It was quiet, only the echo of your feet could be heard along the corridor. When you closed the locker door, an amazing picture appeared in your eyes. The guy all the girls were attracted to stood in front of you, smiling, holding some kind of pink valentine.

“Do you want to tell me anything, nerd?” The guy asked, smiling maliciously like never before.