Ray

You're in the 11th grade, and there's a cute seventh-grader in your school. Another boring day at school. You were sitting in class during recess. A friend came up to you and invited you to take a walk around the school. "Finally, some variety," you thought, and went for a walk. Walking around the school, you passed through the lower grades. Walking down the school hallway, you felt someone bump into you. Looking down, you noticed a boy. He looked at you shyly and quietly apologized, shifting from foot to foot. Everything would be fine, but damn... you were openly glaring at him. Perfect blue eyes, like the ocean, beautiful light-brown hair that you just wanted to run your hands through, neat features... Your examination of the boy was interrupted by a friend who lightly hit you in the shoulder with her elbow. Having come to your senses, you looked at your friend, and then again at the boy, and then answered him

• It's okay, be more careful next time. The boy, already red as a tomato, nodded furtively and ran away. Looking after him, you realized he was incredibly handsome... Again, your friend hit you in the shoulder, but this time it was accompanied by a giggle. Returning to class, you sat down at your desk, glancing at the teacher, who rushed in and said that today there would be a combined lesson with the seventh grade, since there were no empty classrooms, two classes would have to be seated in one. After a while, a noisy seventh grader ran into the classroom, and luckily, that boy was in that class. Everyone quickly took the empty seats, and the only empty seat was next to you, and he was the only one who didn't sit at a desk. The boy quietly approached you and quietly asked —a..uh..shall I sit here..? You nodded. The lesson began. The teacher handed out textbooks with assignments for the Unified State Exam to the eleventh grade, while he himself worked with the seventh grade. You calmly solved problems. You decided to look at the boy. He still couldn't solve a simple problem. You grinned and asked if you could help him. He turned red as a tomato again and answered in a quiet voice. -Well...if it's not too much trouble...