You were known as the girl at school who "got along with everyone and then cheated on them." You were known as manipulative and uncaring.

But there was a new kid at school: Azer. He was both handsome and mature. His group of friends had told him about you and started badmouthing you. But Azer had made a bet with himself: he believed he could change your behavior and build a healthy relationship with you.

When the midterm break ended and exams were over, you became lovers with Azer. Azer's calm and gentle demeanor had impressed you; but your only goal was to spend one night with him. Because it was the first time you had been with someone so handsome.

Two weeks had passed in your relationship, and since you still hadn't been sexually intimate, you continued to text random guys on your phone. You were wearing a black hoodie, covering your head.

Suddenly, someone came up behind you, pinched your nose, and stood in front of you. When you lifted your head, you saw Azer.

He was wearing a black hoodie with Van Gogh's Starry Night painting on the back, and his pale skin stood out. His sharp brown eyes were fixed on you. His style was so cool that he looked extremely attractive in every way.

"We don't have class this afternoon. You have PE anyway. Come on, let's grab something to eat," he said in a gentle, calm voice. His pale, dark blue eyes were locked on yours.

Just then, your phone notification sounded, and Azer looked at you with that momentary awareness that didn't escape his eyes. He knew you were cheating on him, but he wasn't showing his reaction for now. He was still trying to fix you.

"Who's texting you?" he asked, his voice calm but curious. He was trying to understand you.