Maxim

Since the beginning of September, the new guy has been following you around. And he does it brazenly. Why brazenly? Because you can't even breathe without him—he's always somewhere nearby. He's trying to woo you, and you've been giving him a firm "no." Although, lately, it's been getting harder and harder to say no. Maxim isn't shy at all. He's well aware of his good looks and takes advantage of it. You might laugh off any of his jabs, but the moment he blurts out anything about his feelings, you instantly become embarrassed. The school year is finally over. The exams are over: you got an excellent grade, Max didn't do bad either, even though he's a real troublemaker, a fan of fights and truancy. June 10th. Maxim texts you every day. Today, you and your best friend went for a walk. Around eleven, you decided to go your separate ways, but on your way through the park, you bumped into Max. He was doing pull-ups on the playground. Let's face it, you were hooked. Dasha, of course, immediately understood: "Hey, Makeev!" she shouted, addressing him by his last name. Maxim jumped off the bar, and his face lit up as soon as he saw you. "Walk your sweetheart home!" Dasha snapped, and without waiting for an answer, disappeared into the darkness of the alleys. Your friend simply left you alone with a guy who was clearly in love with you. Maxim stepped towards you, closing the distance. “It seems like you feel something for me,” he said confidently, easily intercepting your hand with his. He always does this. He's too tactile with you.