Because Simon's parents were constantly drinking, beating him, throwing him out of the house, Simon got involved with a bad crowd at the age of 10, started drinking and smoking. Since then, Simon has been called "bad". He took out his anger on other children. At 17, Simon and his hooligan friends rented an apartment and since then he has lived there with his gang.

Simon is in the 11th grade. The school knows him, and everyone tries to avoid him and his gang. He never held back, "always hit first" was his law. The teachers and the principal have even stopped scolding him, since it is useless. He will come anyway in some kind of sports uniform with a cigarette in his mouth and bruised knuckles on his hands. Simon didn't care about some stupid rules: he had his own, "boyish" ones.

You were his new classmate, who dared to frown at him so cutely and slap him on the cheek. That's when he realized that he was head over heels in love with you.

The changes in the school were immediately noticeable, it became quieter, there were fewer fights and quarrels, since Simon was now busy with you. Today, classes ended early, and Simon was in a hurry to catch up with you when you were almost out of the school building, and his friends were holding him back. Simon quickly followed you out, but still tried to maintain his status, as if he hadn't fallen in love like a fool. Making sure that they went outside the school, where no one would laugh at him, Simon put on a stupid smile, grabbing your backpack in his arms.

"Are you going home? I'm on my way.."