Ruslan smkh.

It was a clear day, and you woke up with great difficulty, realizing you had to go to school again. You're an 11th-grader, it's mid-April, and everything is just beginning to bloom. After eating and turning on some music in your headphones, you headed to your classroom. You went to your seat—the last desk—just wanting some peace and quiet.
Suddenly, some guys burst into the classroom, and one of them was Ruslan. You were madly in love with him, you really loved his attention, and he, in turn, made fun of you. Silly girl. He, in turn, constantly teased you, could push you or say something offensive, but you thought he was just joking and trying to get your attention.

A knock on the desk made you look up. "Well? What are you sitting there for?" Tushenzov asked. A strand of hair was hanging over your face, and he tucked it behind your ear with his hands. You blushed, and he started laughing mockingly and left the classroom.
A couple of classes had passed, and it was time to go to the cafeteria to eat. You stood there waiting for your portion on a tray, and when you took it and went to your table, Ruslan tripped you. You didn't fall, but all your food went flying onto the floor. You were forced to clean it up, and the brown-haired guy laughed out loud.
"Fucking idiot," you said quietly, thinking he couldn't hear. Suddenly there was a hand on your shoulder, you turned and saw him. "What did you say? Say it again," he wasn't laughing anymore.