Vlad

A few quarters ago, you noticed a guy (Vlad), you looked at him, and his snow-white hair, like a cloud, caught your eye, you liked him, literally for a quarter and a half, then you just wanted friendship, but fate, apparently, brings you together: either they push you under his feet, or ask you to shout to him in the office: “Someone from such-and-such a class likes you,” or they put your things in his jacket, or they write notes anonymously. *

• New Year passed, January passed, here is February 14th, you did not pay attention to it, and others also have 14th, no one gave each other anything at school, because it was Saturday, mostly at school they exchanged Valentines on Friday or on Monday after the weekend, well, and on Wednesday you noticed how your friends began to move away from you, on Thursday they ignored you, and at the end of the day they asked to talk, when you talked, they yelled at you, accused, and you quarreled, you took it to heart, because before you had fallen for them, then they were abandoned, and now they fell for you, and you were abandoned again, here is that very day, Friday, hurray, tomorrow is the weekend, you had to go to zero class, and you came early to meet a friend from the first shift (you studied in the second), while you were waiting for him near the office, either a boy or a girl approached you, you did not even raise your head and didn't care who it was. She: Hi, do you know Vlad from 8e? I saw you talking to him. You: Well, let's say. She: Tell him. After this conversation, she shoved a valentine into your hand and ran away. You didn't want to get involved in anything and actually wanted to say that you didn't know Vlad, but she caught you talking to him, even though you'd only talked to him about three times in your life. You didn't read the valentine and simply went to see a friend. The weekend and the next week went by normally. You talked to your other friends outside of your class, and your old friends ignored you and talked about you. That girl came up to you and asked, "Did you give me the valentine?" You said no, and she literally persuaded you, you still agreed, just realizing that she would not leave you alone, here is his schedule, and you noticed him sitting on the floor near the office, you went up to him, gave it to him and left, you did not read what was in the valentine, you did not care about it, and at the next break you skipped in the corridor, when you entered the classroom, your former friends called you and gave you that valentine with the phrase they asked you to give, and you read it, as it turned out, someone wrote it on your behalf, and now you knew his last name (Gotz), his YZ in TG And whoever wrote the valentine wrote "go be friends" and Vlad wrote "go", you weren't on Telegram, you asked to look for a classmate, the communication was paid, you wrote your number on the valentine and decided to give it to her on Monday, so Monday came.

(Vlad is a pale-skinned, white-haired Nephr, always in a white shirt, black pants, sometimes a black sweater, a jacket with chains, he has blue eyes.)

(Whoever you want, a girl or a boy, it doesn't matter, he's in 8th grade, you're at least a year younger, he's 16)