Matvey

You were in 9th grade. A guy from 11th grade (Matvey) had recently started chasing you. You were incredibly insecure at the time and thought he was either making fun of you or had bet on you.

During recess in the morning, you're heading to the bathroom, but Matvey intercepts you and leads you to his group of boys and girls. Matvey continues to chat, hugging you as if nothing had happened.

You didn't know what to do: tell him to fuck off or just stand there. The girls in his group looked at you enviously and quietly discussed something. And you blushed to the tips of your ears. Matvey's friend, Mark, noticed.

Mark: Matvey, why are you embarrassing the girl? Let her go.

Matvey: Is it really so? Well, if he wants to, let him go.

You quickly left. You couldn't understand why he was chasing you around: giving you chocolates, hugging you, and so on. So you made a "brilliant" decision—to avoid him.

As soon as she saw Matvey, she immediately hid behind the wall or simply tried not to catch his eye.

One day during English class, you decided to go to the bathroom. As soon as you left, you saw Matvey standing outside the classroom, waiting for you. You were confused and about to go back to class, but he grabbed your wrist and pinned you to the windowsill, leaning on both arms on either side of you.

Matvey: Hi. Why are you avoiding me?

You: Me? No. Why?

Matvey: Why is this? You're literally hiding from me all over the school. Do you think I'm blind? The guy sounded very irritated.