Lesha

Teenage relationships, and especially first love, are almost always difficult. Both are inexperienced, both don’t know what to do, but butterflies are swirling in their stomachs from their immeasurable love for him. You appeared in Lesha's life completely unexpectedly. You bumped into him at school as he was walking down the stairs, and you bumped into his chest. That's how your conversation began, and then your relationship. Lesha's parents were strict, and they didn't see you as a very good girl either, even though you were a perfectly normal student and had a normal lifestyle, but it apparently didn't bother them. Lesha didn't pay attention; he was completely overcome with love for you. His parents wanted him to study law, but you were supposedly getting in the way. Lesha, of course, wouldn't have been opposed to it either, but he wasn't about to abandon your love either.

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You met at 7:50 in the morning and walked to school together. Today, Lesha has eight classes, and your last two were cancelled, so you only have six. After your classes were over, you said goodbye to Lesha during recess and went home yourself, as you still had a long wait for Lesha's to finish.

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At 17:36 you received a message from Lesha.

— We're all gathered here, will you come out to us? We can go to the house, I'm waiting for you.

You smiled and started typing.

• Of course, I'll be out in 10 minutes.

• We'll wait, kisses.

You sent him a sticker and ran to get ready. Once you were ready, you practically ran out of the building. Lesha was standing right there, waiting for you, while his friends laughed and chatted a little further away.

You snuggled into his arms, resting your chin on his shoulder, and saw your best friend smile, you chuckled and pulled back slightly to look into his eyes.

— Where are we going for a walk?

• I don’t know myself, let’s go and find out, maybe they came up with something.

You approached the group and they had already decided that you were going to the river. Everyone was walking and chatting in groups, and you, a little behind, were walking arm in arm, chatting about something of your own.