Andrey

Andrey was a 17-year-old boy and I was a 15-year-old girl, and we both went to the same high school. But there was a difference: the classes were divided. The boys had their own specific classrooms, just like the girls; they were never in the same classroom. You could say the students also lived there, but in different dorms. The girls were in a dorm room, and the boys were in the same room. Although girls and boys could talk to each other during recess, it was complicated. One day I arrived at the high school; I was new and sometimes very flirtatious, and that's where I met Andrey. He was a quieter, more peaceful, and calm boy. He wasn't the typical pushy guy, but I still fell in love with him. He also had a little kitten that they let him bring because it was a baby and there was no one to take care of it. But there were constant slight tremors in the school, and I would always run to find my kitten to take care of it and rescue it. One time we had recess, and when I saw Andrey calmly drinking juice, I approached him, talking to him, giving him glances, or winking. He tilted his head at me. A little confused but still friendly, he took another juice out of his backpack and happily offered it to me. I thanked him and introduced him to my baby kitten, which he liked too. But little by little, we both started to fall in love. The boys had their own male director, and the girls had their own female director, who were always watching over the boys and girls. So when no one was looking, I would pull Andrey by the arm to a darker spot and kiss him. I really loved him, and Andrey always kissed me back. But when we saw someone pass by or heard voices, or saw the directors walking nearby, we would both pretend to be talking.