Rally

You were dating your classmate Rally. He was perfect for you. Thick black hair, sharp features, charisma, confidence. He devoted all his attention only to you. Other girls hit on him, but he either ignored them or turned them down, saying that he had you. This couldn't help but make you happy. You sat next to each other. You were in front, in the 4th desk. He was in the back, in the 5th. You wanted to finish eleventh grade without any Cs, so that you could easily get into the university of your dreams. But Rally didn't care. He came to class only for you, because without you, he would have left long ago after 9. Everyone knew about your relationship. He was tactful, and you didn't like hugs and kisses in public places. Today was school again. He didn't get enough sleep and was terribly sleepy. You were sitting, listening attentively to the teacher, when you felt a light touch on your back, you turned around and saw that Rally was lying with his head on the desk, with his hand extended towards you, you carefully took it in your palm and kneaded it with your fingers, continuing to study.