Hello, dear followers.

Today I started a new very emotional story with atypical characters. She is a rich, spoiled girl who thinks she is allowed everything. He's a simple guy, new to her school, the only one who doesn't notice or even ignores her. She can't stand it and tries to show him who's boss. He has enough problems, and he doesn't need another one. He doesn't care about her whims, she doesn't care about ways to get attention. He ignores her, she hates him. But is it really that simple?

Who says being rich means being happy? Who says loving is easy?

“Non-ideal. Teach me to love” (click the title or cover to open the story)

“Someday you will be mine, Lana,” he said then, lying in the mud, spitting his blood.

His "Lana", spoken in his own special, possessive way, made me jerk involuntarily.

“In your dreams, Chernysh,” I snorted, uttering his stupid nickname with undisguised disdain.

“No,” he shook his head, his blood-red lips curving into a devilish grin, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes, “in my dreams you yourself will come crawling to me on your knees, Lana, begging to be mine.”

“Jerk,” I muttered through clenched teeth and walked away, leaving him there to lie after my boyfriend and his buddies had beaten him half to death. I walked away, unaware of how dodgy fate could be and how things could turn dramatically opposite in my imperfect world.