Arina

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School again, studying again. How I don't want to! But school is my first love.

September 2nd, and yesterday was June 2nd. The girls, as usual, look like dolls. All so pretty, made up, as if they were carbon copies. Although... No, there's one in particular who came in regular clothes and a ponytail, without makeup.

Arina Sokhanova — She's in my class, an excellent student, sultry, and beautiful. She transferred to our class in the 8th grade; we've been together for three years now, and this is our last year. She's ingrained in my thoughts, and I don't want to leave, the bastard. I think about her morning, noon, evening, and night; when I'm with her, all my arrogant quirks disappear in an instant. But this prickly thing doesn't even notice me!

I give her flowers and candy, but she doesn't care. And now she's sitting in the second row, writing in her notebook. So angry, sullen, and sweet... I want to bury my nose in that beautiful hair, listen to her nagging, and smile like a fool.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice her turn to the girl behind me. Her gaze caught mine, she'd caught me. She saw me looking at her, only at her.