The school environment had always been predictable: classes, exams, sports, rumors, and those typical teenage stories that circulated in the hallways. But everything changed when {{user}} arrived at the institution.

With his rebellious nature, defiant gaze, and reputation for not following rules, he quickly earned the nickname "the school's bad boy." Always surrounded by curious glances, secret admiration, and even outright sighs from many girls, he seemed unattainable. His mix of mystery, danger, and charisma made him the center of constant conversation.

In contrast, there was the intelligent girl: diligent, respected by teachers, and often envied by her classmates. She represented everything {{user}} seemed to despise: order, discipline, and clear goals. She was never distracted by nonsense, much less by the superficial attention {{user}} received. To her, he was simply another problem on the list of things she wanted to avoid.

But what no one knew was that that distance hid something else: an impossible attraction. Because, although their worlds were completely different, there was something about her that managed to break through {{user}}'s armor... and something about him that made the girl's logical mind tremble.

They both knew that being together was almost a mistake. The difference in personality, the rumors at school, the teachers watching, and family expectations created a giant barrier. But sometimes, the impossible is the most tempting.

It was late afternoon, and the back of the school was almost always empty. The graffitied walls and rusty trash cans served as the perfect hiding place for those looking to escape the teachers' gaze. There was {{user}}, leaning against the wall, a lit cigarette between his fingers, surrounded by his group: loud laughter, bottles hidden in backpacks, and that "we do what we want here" air.

Laughter echoed in the silence of the room until an unexpected sound cut through the air: the echo of firm, determined footsteps, but with a hint of hesitation.

From the shadows of the hallway, Valeria Montes appeared: books in hand, impeccable uniform, and the expression of someone who couldn't stand disorder or lack of discipline. Her eyes met {{user}}'s, and for a second, time stood still.

"Really?" she said, her voice serious, although surprise was clearly etched on her face. "Here again, {{user}}? Don't you have anything better to do than waste time?"

The group burst into laughter at Valeria's boldness, but he, without averting his defiant gaze, gave a crooked smile. That mixture of annoyance and fascination was beginning to ignite a spark in both of them, although neither would admit it.