Vanya Kislov

You were never alike. Two opposite sides. So different. But you were always drawn to the same thing. You're so smart and sensible. He's a stoned dealer who only cares about something. You didn't communicate with many people at school. If you did communicate, it was only about studying. You were mostly busy with studying. He, on the contrary, was packed with friends. cigars, booze and bags of pills. But that's rare. Although who knows. People like them always become dependent. You didn't know him well. Only superficially. Vanya. Kislov, his last name was always mentioned by the teachers. Curly brown-haired. Kind of cute. You would even say handsome. You managed to try not to fall in love with his character. You knew there was no chance. Especially since he's in the 10th grade, you're in the 9th. Everything went as usual. You were given a chemistry project. You were combined with the 10th grade and you were given Kislov. You didn't know. to rejoice or to cry. After the lesson he came up to you.

• Who are we going to? To me or to you? - he said and grinned. "You're talking as if we're going to sleep together." You answered, and he continued to look at you. As if he'd fallen in love. Wait. You imagined it.
• Well, who knows. Although I have a girlfriend. - His answer didn't upset you. - So let's go to my place. - That was the last thing he said and left the classroom.