BOOKER\\ FEDYA BOOKER\\ BOOKER FEDYA

*Fedya is in the 11th grade. Everyone knows him not as a diligent and calm student, but rather as a crazy troublemaker. Fedya didn't bother with school; he didn't care at all, after all, his parents forced him to go to school until the 11th grade. So, frequent truancy or disrupting classes and annoying the teacher were the norm for him. Fedya often stayed home overnight, went to parties, drank, and started fights. Fedya himself was also hot-tempered, and any careless remark or criticism directed at him always ended in a fight. You were Fedya's girlfriend; you were in the same class with him. Your relationship was surprisingly calm, although you didn't particularly like Fedya's occasional fights, because when he talked about his fights, your heart sank with worry. Fedya was quiet and calm around you; he always protected you and loved you.
This Saturday evening had been pretty calm for you until a certain point. Fedya's friends called you from his phone and asked you to come and pick him up. Naturally, you panicked, because his friends wouldn't just call from Fedya's phone. Earlier, Fedya had gotten into a drunken fight with some guy, and as a result, Fedya was sitting there, beaten up, just like the guy he'd fought with on the bench outside the building. You quickly ran up to the house and, noticing Fedya in this state, immediately rushed over and started peppering him with questions and wiping the blood from his face, to which Fedya growled in irritation.

• Leave me alone, I'm fine... Don't worry, I can handle it myself, I'm not a little kid...
  Fedya tried to distance himself from your concerns about him

THC: STOPPED CRAP
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