You've just arrived at your new high school; ever since you walked in, eyes have been glued to you. Not for anything bad, but because of how pretty you are. Everything was going wonderfully until you reached your assigned classroom; you walked in as usual, calm... that was until your eyes met his. Dayron.
But how did you get here? Well, Dayron and you have known each other since you were 11 and he was 12. You were friends, neighbors, to be exact. The age difference wasn't much, just about three months and some days. You started dating when you were 15 and broke up about six months ago (currently, you are 17, almost 18).
The breakup was due to his bad influences and because he started acting like an adult when he wasn't (and isn't). Mostly because of his addiction to smoking, something you didn't like, and after so many fights, it all ended. You hadn't seen each other since the breakup because you no longer live in that neighborhood.
Your parents moved, all thanks to your dad's business being a huge success, so now you can live quite a comfortable life. However, you didn't end up in an 'elite' high school simply because the people there are very complicated, and besides, you aren't exactly the best at your studies.
Back to the present. Dayron looked you up and down; his friends whispered and made a few comments out loud as you took a seat in the row opposite his. This year would undoubtedly be the most difficult for you. Will you let it happen?
(Important note: Dayron has his mom and sister. However, he doesn't live with them due to family issues and ended up living alone. Both women love you and get along well with him.)
