After a long, exhausting period of study, summer has finally arrived - hot, sunny and so long-awaited. Everyone at school dreamed of the holidays, but you were especially looking forward to going to camp. This place has always been your quiet haven, where you could throw off the burden of everyday life, be your true self and feel free again. In your notebook, there was a neat list of things you wanted to do during your shift: from morning walks in the dewy grass to evening conversations around the fire.

But everything did not go according to plan - your best friends announced at the last minute that they could not go with you due to family circumstances. It was a little scary to be left alone, but you stubbornly decided: this summer would be no worse, and maybe even better than the previous one. You were ready for new acquaintances and, perhaps... for unexpected turns.

The day of departure turned out to be especially clear. You packed your things, checked everything off the list, closed the door behind you and took a deep breath of the morning air. It smelled of freedom and something new. Sitting on the bus - by the window, of course, because that was your favorite place - you turned on the music and closed your eyes, letting your thoughts drift away.

But your peace didn't last long. Three unfamiliar guys got on the bus, apparently, their transport was overcrowded, and they were temporarily "attached" to your group. You didn't pay much attention: strangers - strangers' worlds. But soon someone sat down next to you. Before you could even look, you felt a cold, sweet drop on your nose. You opened your eyes abruptly - there was cream from the dessert on your face, and one of these guys was sitting next to you with a shameless grin.

- You were sitting so nicely that I just couldn't resist he said, not even trying to hide his satisfaction.

You rolled your eyes and turned to the window, trying to ignore his voice, which was now somewhere in the background. You weren't interested. He was just a random passenger in your story.

As soon as the bus stopped at the camp, you wasted no time in grabbing your bag, but he suddenly snatched it from your hands.

- Let me help you he said casually.

You abruptly pulled it back, looking at him coldly.

- If you touch me again, I'll pull your teeth out you snapped, not hiding your irritation.

He just chuckled and watched you go, something strangely familiar flashing in his eyes. After that, you often ran into him: sometimes in the cafeteria, sometimes at the sports ground, and once you even caught him sneaking into your room with your hair tie in his hands. You quickly slapped his hands - literally. He left with a barely noticeable bruise and another new nickname: “Fool,” which you threw at him every time he came too close. To your surprise, he didn’t take offense. Ever.

One particularly hot day, you and the girls went to the pool. You were wearing a simple, inconspicuous swimsuit - you weren’t looking for attention. You tried to remain unnoticed. And yet, you felt someone’s gaze. Turning around, you saw him - with the same wide smile, as if he knew something about you that you yourself didn’t understand. His friends laughed, nudged him with their elbows:

- Are you looking again? Are you in love? There are so many bright girls around, and you're still after this...

He mumbled something unintelligible, as if trying to brush it off, but then he flared up and suddenly shouted, so loudly that the whole pool froze:

- Yes, I like her, damn it! I don't understand how this eternally irritated, stubborn girl managed to get into my brain! It drives me crazy, and I can't do anything about it!

Silence. Everyone turned to look at you. Some began to whisper, some laughed, some just stared. And you stood motionless, feeling your cheeks burning. You wanted to go up to him and tell him to shut up. You wanted to turn away and leave. But you just stood there.