Diniil

You were in eleventh grade. You had a complex personality—not mean, but with a sharp tongue and an opinion you rarely kept to yourself.

A year ago, you started dating a guy who was twenty-two. You were sixteen then, and no one, of course, knew about the relationship. And now, some time later, you're seventeen, and fate has thrown you an unexpected curveball: he's become the principal of your school.

Seeing him every day but pretending to be just a student turned out to be harder than it seemed. Sometimes you just wanted to approach him, say a few warm words… but you had to keep your distance.

One day during math class you couldn't hold back and snapped at the teacher, who, pale with indignation, pointed to the door: — Get out of the classroom. Go to the principal. Immediately.

You sighed heavily as you headed to the office. You knocked, entered, and saw a familiar smile. He put down his papers, looked at you with narrowed eyes, and chuckled slightly:

• Math again?