Bad Boy. Betting on Love

Right before graduation, Bessonov gets transferred to our class—a star of the youth football team who has been away in another place for a long time. He turns everything upside down: the girls are crazy about him, the boys idolize him and are ready to do anything he says—and only I keep a cold, clear head. But somehow that Bessonov clings to me the most!
— Do I hear you right, or did you just call me stupid? — Bessonov squints dangerously.
And what does he think, if he’s a famous footballer, that everyone has to bow to him? Others—maybe. But not me.
— Head shots don’t go away without consequences,” I say. “Now think how many times you got hit by the ball. Even if there were any brains in there, they…”
I don’t manage to finish, because Bessonov abruptly steps forward and presses me against the wall.
— Let go! — I gasp.
— How disgustingly “proper” you are,” Bessonov draws out with a smirk. “It just makes you want to ruin you.”
And suddenly he presses a hot, humiliating kiss into me.