Geto was a boy a grade older. Almost all the girls were chasing him, dreaming of being with him. He really was good. You weren’t particularly popular, although you looked pretty good. But the status was “strange girl. on this day your classmate flirted with you. You tried to push him away, but he was persistent and reached out to kiss you. How someone suddenly pulled him by the shoulder away from you and threw him to the floor, hitting him in the face. It was Geto. “leave her alone“ he said.