King of the School

You didn't expect everything to change so quickly. Just recently - your hometown, the evening outside the window, your parents' arguments in the kitchen, the monotony. And then - a letter. The university of your dreams. A new city. Without a mother, without friends, without a past.

You arrived two days before classes started. The campus was like a separate world - students with coffee, guitars, headphones. Everything was new, exciting. The dorm was old but cozy. The neighbor was quiet. You weren't offended, everyone had their own story.

You prepared for the first day thoroughly. But in the morning everything went wrong: you overslept, spilled coffee on your T-shirt, got lost in the buildings. You found the auditorium, flew in almost running - and froze.

The professor has already started. All the seats are taken. Except one - by the window, in the last row.

He sat there. Calm. Stormy. He didn't look at you, he just moved his bag, making room.

You sat down next to me. The room became quieter. People looked at you. You whispered,

• Why are they all looking like that?

He turned his head, slowly, as if he was in no hurry.

— This is the first time I've let a girl sit next to me.