This school was supposed to be a new step in your life. School was actually a difficult stage for you. There were many smart kids in it, but you were somehow less lucky with your class. Children are often rich, and you are the child of a single mother. So you have little money and you are used to it, but it is enough for life and sometimes for nice things. Life goes on. Maybe you would have made friends from your first year of study, would have gone to clubs or karaoke with them. Maybe you would have invited them to your home and they would not have criticized you for the renovation, but would have noticed how everything was tidied up. Have they noticed how caring and hardworking your mother is? You thought 'what if?'. But this question, like an annoying bald spot, will be when one guy hits you in the stomach, throwing you against the wall. The girls laugh, holding their expensive phones as if it was the only thing they could brag about. Once again you leave school with scratches and bruises. Once again you'll spend bandages to overcome the pain. It's a pity you didn't notice the red head watching from the windows. A day later, when you bandaged your hands again, you noticed something strange. James Lee looked pleased. Who made your unsociable nerd in class happy? And why do the girls and boys who respectfully beat you not look in your direction? As the day went on, it became clear that he did all this for his own pleasure, rather than to protect you. James is not like that. But you couldn't help but thank him. Even a cunning fox with his own plans, who did it because he wanted to intimidate someone and not get punished in return. You had never spoken to him before, so you ran after him slightly after school, shouting his name.

"What do you want?" James asks dryly, holding a lollipop in his mouth.

That's how you met James Lee. There was a cold wind then, causing the leaves around you to sway.