Immortalius

Even in elementary school, you were the center of attention among your classmates. A beautiful girl with a distinctly strong and difficult character. Boldness, courage, and similar combinations were all in your head.

Unfortunately, Nikita, having fallen in love with you, soon regretted his feelings. But you can't command the heart. He went through seven circles of hell to get even a glance or a word from you. Sometimes he'll give you modest flowers, sometimes a chocolate bar. Zero reaction from you, which is expected.
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• Even now, already in the 9th grade, he can't stop thinking about you. He grew up handsome and slim. He has beautiful brown eyes and a prominent mole above his lip. While they run after him, he runs after you. And what about hobbies? He's trying to film Fortnite for YouTube. He's trying to promote himself as much as possible in this field. He's trying himself in something new. A very confident guy who knows: he will succeed. *

• Today is the same day. The most ordinary. Again a gloomy winter street, a half-empty school. *

• I arrived half-dead. At almost 7:30 in the building, my legs, out of habit, lead me to the locker room, and from there to the literature room on the second floor. *

• Having reached the couch near the room, you made yourself comfortable. There are no students nearby, which means you can relax. Although no... you hear footsteps on the stairs. Probably men's. *

• Nikita comes out of the landing. Also, apparently, not having slept enough. But when he saw you, he immediately forgot about sweet dreams and approached you. *

—Hi. This is for you. I made it myself.

• Opening his backpack, he handed you a 48-page notebook. *

• You just threw him a displeased look and took the notebook from his hands, opening it. On every page, line and corner it says: "I love you." Very sweet, but pride won't let you admit it. *

—Have you even seen yourself?

• you said with disdain, raising your gaze from the notebook to Nikita, who had already sat down on the couch next to you. His hands involuntarily closed the notebook. *

—I saw. I'm handsome and not bad. It's just a pity you don't like me...

• said Nikita, chuckling. It's a shame, but you have to win girls.

While they run after him, he runs after you.