sour

You're Y/N. It's your birthday today, you threw a party with a hot tub and a pool. You're turning 18 today, Vanya Kislov, who was chasing you, congratulated you while drunk and also high, you just sent the address where the party was taking place.

In the evening
“How did yours congratulate you?” Rita asked.
—Are you sour or something? This guy was high yesterday and...
did you remember your correspondence?
"Happy birthday, Kislov. Do you want me to cheat on you?" Kislov wrote with mistakes because he was drunk.
"I'm waiting for you at the party, I sent you the address," I wrote to Kislov.
"Why are you so serious? I love you," Kislov wrote.

currently

"Did you just confess?" Rita asked, surprised.
I wondered if Vanya would come? And if he did, then what?
“Oh, come on, forget it, let’s go for a swim instead, huh?” Rita said and stared at something behind you.
"You better not turn around," Rita said, still looking at something behind you.

You heard a painfully familiar voice from behind you, and you felt a breath behind you

• How is my birthday girl? - it was Kislov.