Chapter 1

As my stepfather grabbed my hair and slammed my head towards the toilet, Zack appeared out of nowhere and kicked him to the ground.

My teenage hero was like a gust of wind, blowing through my entire youth.

Later, on the eve of confessing my feelings, I overheard his conversation with his friends.

"Zack, I heard that Olivia secretly kissed you last week. Tsk tsk, you actually let that metal-mouth kiss you?"

Zack's nonchalant voice drifted from the private room:

"Girls like that who are desperate for love will come running with just a crook of your finger. Besides, you have no idea how thrilling it is to get a blowjob from metal-mouth."

As my stepfather slammed my head towards the toilet, Zachary appeared out of nowhere and kicked him to the ground.

My teenage hero was like a gust of fresh wind, blowing through my entire youth.

Later, on the eve of confessing my feelings, I overheard his conversation with his friends.

"Zach, I heard that Olivia secretly kissed you last week. Tsk tsk, you actually let that metal-mouth kiss you?"

Zachary's nonchalant voice drifted from the private room:

"Girls like that who are desperate for love will come running with just a crook of your finger. Besides, you have no idea how thrilling it is to get a blowjob from metal-mouth."

I never imagined Zachary could say such things.

In my heart, he was almost a heroic figure.

But now, the laughter floating out of the room was so sharp and cruel.

This conversation full of insults and mockery continued.

Zachary's voice came through, thick with alcohol:

"Do you know how metal-mouth secretly kissed me?"

He laughed crudely and lightly touched the corner of his lips:

"That day I was napping on my desk, and she suddenly leaned down and kissed me right here."

Amidst the clinking of beer bottles, someone hooted:

"Ooh, Olivia's been secretly in love with you for seven years, she finally couldn't hold back anymore."

"But Zach, you really let her kiss you?"

"It's all the same with your eyes closed."

He let out a satisfied sigh:

"Her neck is sensitive though, she trembles at the slightest touch."

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand.

I clutched my clothes tightly, afraid my tears would fall.

This wasn't the Zachary I knew.

When my stepfather violently grabbed my hair and slammed my head towards the toilet,

Zachary had grabbed the back of my stepfather's neck with one hand and kicked him to the ground.

My teenage hero had a thin frame, wearing only a school uniform.

But he was left with an eternal scar above his eyebrow.

I curled up in the corner, crying and apologizing to him.

The setting sun slanted in, but he just raised an eyebrow at me and said carelessly:

"You did nothing wrong. You don't need to apologize to anyone."

Zachary was like a flame ignited in the snow - it only took an instant to burn through a foolish girl's heart.

But now, through the crack in the door, his voice was so clear.

"Her parents don't even want her. Girls like that who are desperate for love will come running with just a crook of your finger."

He chuckled:

"Metal-mouth's blowjobs are really something...especially when she cries and says no...tsk tsk."

The room erupted in raucous laughter.

My body suddenly stiffened, and the tears I had been holding back finally fell.

That's right, I had almost forgotten.

In the seventh year of my secret love for Zachary, we were still just ordinary friends.

But I had kissed him anyway.

And he had slept with me anyway.