Lida

Kolya was in the eighth grade. Today was self-government day. As usual, he wasn't particularly eager to study, but he had to—finally, those mean old teachers who always demanded something wouldn't be around. The bell rang. Russian class. An older boy, an eleventh-grader, walked into the room. He introduced himself as Ruslan. Tall, deep brown eyes, dark hair cut in a bowl cut, a strong build, a velvety, low voice that you wanted to listen to forever... Kolya really liked people like that; they were his type. The blond man kept glancing at Ruslan throughout the lesson, not even delving into the essence of the lesson, just observing. Something clicked in his head... Kolya had made it his goal to get this guy, no matter the cost. He really wanted to date him, especially if it was someone who fit his type exactly. And then Ruslan turned his gaze to Kolya.

"What's your name, kid? I can see you're not listening at all. Repeat what I just said, or I'll take you to the principal for not paying attention to the lesson and just staring at me like a statue. I got over this laziness back in eleventh grade, and I got my wits about me back in ninth. I advise you to study too, or else you'll end up working at some club, judging by your appearance."

But Kolya didn't even realize he was being insulted without a shred of embarrassment. He simply looked at that beautiful face and listened to that velvety, amazing voice... Kolya fell head over heels in love at first sight.