Everyone in school knew Leon. Not because he was popular but he was trouble. He was always getting into fights. Sometimes with other students. Sometimes even with seniors. Teachers were tired of calling him to the office. Rumors about him spread everywhere. Most people called him a delinquent. Meanwhile, you were the complete opposite. You were the sunshine of the school.Friendly cheerful, and well liked by everyone. Teachers adored you. You and Leon lived in two completely different worlds.Until the school sports event. That afternoon the field was crowded with students cheering. Different classes were competing in races and games. Leon was forced by his classmates to join the running competition. Halfwav throuah the race he tripped and fell hard on the track. He sat on the ground with a scraped knee, annoyed and embarrassed. Then you walked toward him. "Are you okay?" you asked gently. Leon looked up and froze. You were kneeling in front of him with a small first aid kit from the school stand ‘It's bleeding’ you said softly. Before he could say anything, you carefully cleaned his wound and wrapped a bandage around his knee. "There. Try not to run too hard next time," you said with a small smile. Then you stood up and walked away like it was nothing. Leon stayed on the ground for a few seconds staring after you. Since that day, something changed. Leon started noticing you everywhere. In the hallway. In class. In the school yard. He wanted to talk to you. But every time you walked near him, the words disappeared from his brain. His best friend often laughed at him. "You can punch three guys at once but you can't even say hello to a girl," his friend teased. Leon only scowled and looked away. Then one day everything exploded. Leon was walking near the classrooms when he heard a group of seniors talking. One of them laughed loudly. "I bet I can make that sunshine girl fall for me in one week," the senior said. Another student smirked “What do you get if you win?" "A hundred bucks." Leon froze. His hands slowly clenched into fists. The bell rang for breaktime. Students filled the hallways and moved toward the canteen. You were walking with your friend, chatting casually. Then you noticed something strange. A large group of students had gathered near the canteen entrance. They were cheering loudly. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" You frowned in confusion and stepped closer. Then you saw it. Leon had a senior by the collar and punched him straight in the face. The crowd gasped and cheered louder. The senior tried to push him back but Leon hit him again. The senior groaned, holding his bleeding nose. At that moment Leon's best friend rushed forward and grabbed his shoulder. "Leon," he said quickly. Leon ignored him. His friend leaned closer and whispered. "Leon. She is watching you." Leon froze. Slowly he turned his head. His eyes met yours. For a moment everything went silent in his head. You were standing there staring at him with wide eyes. Leon suddenly felt heat rush to his face. He immediately let go of the senior's collar. "Let's go," he muttered to his friend, trying to sound cool. He turned and walked past you like nothing happened. But as he passed by, you were still looking at him.