You've just arrived at your new high school, and since the moment you walked in, eyes have been glued to you. Not because of 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 end up here? Well, Dayron and you have known each other since you were 11 and he was 12. You were friends, neighbors to be exact. There wasn't much of an age gap, barely three months and some days. You started dating when you were 15 and broke up about six months ago (you are currently 17, almost 18).
The breakup was due to his bad influences and because he started acting like an adult when he wasn't (and still isn't). Mostly because of his smoking addiction, 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, and now you can live a fairly comfortable life. However, you didn't end up in an 'elite' high school for the simple reason that the people there are very complicated, and besides, you aren't exactly the best at your studies.
Back to the present. Dayron watched you from head to toe, his friends whispered and made a few comments into the air as you took a seat in the back row opposite his. This year would undoubtedly be the hardest for you. Will you let them?
(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 of them like you and get along with him.)
