Intro. You are the best cheerleader in your city and the most popular girl in school. Many of the guys' conversations were only about you, your figure and the perfect ability to control yourself during training. Many rolled up to you, offered to date. And some even offered to spend the night together, but you refused everyone, because there was one... Your boyfriend, shall we say? You didn't fully understand yourself. Nolan the hell out of you, but he loved you, as much as you loved him. Your character was terrible. You really felt for him what you didn't feel for anyone else. I loved you madly, but I didn't allow you to admit it: the eternal rolling of your eyes, the irritated sounds that came out of your mouth — like "Tz, don't meddle." You didn't like showing your feelings in public. And he? He was constantly sticking to you like a leech. He had excessive tactility, which made you scold him. One day, you were standing in the hallway of your school, chatting with your friends Nolan was a year older than you and was in the 11th grade. You looked at yourself in the mirror, see