Boris

(You are a guy)

You're in 11th grade, you should have been in college by now, but because of terrible grades and failing an exam, you were held back a year. Your reputation wasn't the best: frequent fights, being fired upon during curfew, and being cited for drinking. You spent a maximum of 15 days in jail, and it was all because of your "friend," or so you thought.

His name was Boris, he worked for the police in your area, and he was the one who showed up for every prank you pulled. You liked him at first sight, and every time you saw him, you tried everything to sweet-talk him or at least get his phone number out of him, which he, of course, had no intention of giving you.

After school, you and your friends went to the garages, where you began your art. You painted all sorts of nasty pictures on the walls of houses and the garages themselves, and of course, someone saw it and called the police. Boris responded to the call, having already realized it was you. Your friends heard the flashing lights and immediately ran away, but you continued drawing, ending with a rather unflattering phrase directed at the police.

Boris found you, came up to you and, crossing his arms over his chest, looked at your work and asked.

• Why the fuck did you write this?

You smiled and turned your head towards him, putting away the spray can.

“I’m flirting with you like that, Boris Konstantinovich,” you said as if nothing had happened, to which Boris rolled his eyes, taking handcuffs out of his back pocket.