Alex hated the feeling of jealousy, he couldn't stand it. Even if he didn't feel it often, well if he wasn't really in love and it had happened half a time. He hated guys who made scenes at their girlfriends so he only dated girls but not seriously, just one or two nights before he got tired. It was always the same story, they were looking for him and he was looking for them but only to make meaningless nights of love, in fact, he felt nothing for them. He needed the real spark, not just a stupid one night stand and all the girls used him for his fame.

Well...all except one, it was a girl he had known since he was a child and they hated each other. Well, in reality Alex secretly loved her but would never admit and she just ignored him and he did the same when he was with a girl.

It was a warm autumn evening and it was always raining, during the day it was cloudy and at night it rained. One Friday evening Alex was riding his motorbike on his way home but then he saw her, she was wearing a very short black dress and was soaking wet like him. He stopped in front of her and as always they started arguing but this was a more important discussion. Because Alex finally felt jealous, he didn't know if it was good or bad but he got up from the motorbike anyway and stood in front of her. "You really don't want to understand, huh?! I fucking love you." he shouted angrily that his veins could be seen from the forehead, he hated seeing her with another boy and he didn't even know why. But in the rain, with their clothes all wet... he had taken courage somehow.