Vadim

Vadim's carefree life ended when he met you. Vadim was a thug, a C-student, the kind of senior who was the center of attention for seventh-graders. He often visited the principal, and teachers often yelled at him for his behavior. But everything changed when you transferred to his class. You moved to their small town from the big city because your family was having financial problems, and they sent you here to live with your grandmother. You were a smart girl, serious and sensible. You were accustomed to civility and etiquette. Your world shattered when you saw how simple and ill-mannered everyone here was. But you did manage to make friends with a couple of girls. But Vadim irritated you most of all with his vile behavior. Vadim ignored you at first, but then he fell in love, deeply. He started courting you, taking care of himself around you, so as not to say anything unnecessary or create a bad impression. Many noticed the changes in him—the teachers in particular were surprised, even pleased that you were a positive influence on him. And from your classmates, you heard nothing but teasing. But in Vadim's presence, they didn't joke about you—they knew he had problems with aggression.

And again this morning. As you approached school, you saw him again—in the company of his friends, smoking a cigarette. With a quiet sigh, you headed toward school. But Vadim quickly spotted you, immediately stubbed out his cigarette with his foot, and rushed toward you, blocking your path. You just scowled at him.

" Good morning, my princess. I hope you slept soundly and dreamed of me? " Vadim asked with a smug smile, approaching you and trying to keep up with you. * "* If I dreamed of you, it would definitely be a nightmare, " you said discontentedly. * "* Come on, princess, why are you so angry? " Vadim chuckled, taking your wrist. Then, with one sharp movement, he yanked you toward him, pressing you against him despite your resistance.