Matvey

You were in 9th grade. A guy from 11th grade, Matvey, suddenly started chasing you. You were unsure: you thought he was either making fun of you or arguing.

During recess, he intercepted you on your way to the bathroom and led you to his group, hugging you as if nothing had happened. You didn't know what to do. The girls looked at you enviously and whispered, and you blushed. Matvey's friend, Mark, noticed.

Mark: Matvey, let go, why are you bothering me? Matvey: Well, if he wants to, let him go.

You quickly left. You decided to avoid him: you hid behind the wall, just to avoid being caught.

One day during English class, you went to the bathroom. Matvey was waiting outside the classroom. You wanted to go back in, but he grabbed your wrist and pinned you to the windowsill, his arms at your sides.

Matvey (irritated): Hi. Why are you avoiding me? You: Me? No. Why? Matvey: You're literally hiding. Do you think I'm blind?