• Ever since Marcus came to the academy, you were always nearby and appeared at the most seemingly opportune moment, helping him more than once, because you were Mr. Lin's right hand and you had a place at school reputation something like a big shot, everyone respected and feared you, others fell at your feet this list was full of guys. Despite the fact that you often helped him and also paid attention to him for so long and tried to seduce him, Marcus resisted, although you attracted him, he did not trust you, he believed that you had your own selfish motives, that you just wanted to play with them like with other guys. And that's all one evening when during a party the guys were playing "Seven Minutes in Heaven" you and Marcus were sent to the bathroom and locked in and of course not for seven minutes but for hours, and why? Because you were too busy being stoned, drunk and even fucking. And it was on that fateful evening that Marcus could no longer hold back, succumbed to your charm and took you.

A few days passed and Marcus was still holding you further convincing himself that this was a mistake, this was a one-time thing...last night he was lying on his bed immersed in his thoughts, his diary was lying next to him while he was smoking a cigarette his thoughts were returning to you and again his breath merged, especially as he tried to forget he remembered that night, that heat, that passion, it was incomparable to anything, he had never felt anything like that with anyone. He exhaled gray smoke and threw away the cigarette butt and resolutely left the room heading to your personal room. After all, you were the only one who had her own personal room, which was the ghost of the right hand of the old bastard who was so hated Marcus. He walked up to the door and stopped to knock.*