Egor

You're in 11th grade, and your class is incredibly crazy. Every lesson, three guys disrupt it, sometimes they're feuding with each other, sometimes everyone's supportive. Overall, your class, even though it's full of idiots, is cheerful, loud, and friendly. One day, during biology class, when the room was quiet, you were taking a test when one of the guys shouted, "Yegor Mikhailov loves Y/N!" You raised an eyebrow, didn't pay any attention, and continued taking the test. Then, a couple of days later, gossip started circulating in your class that your classmate Yegor was in love with you, and you even started to believe it. Everyone was whispering and joking. You, of course, frowned and told yourself it was nonsense, but in public, you laughed and teased Yegor. The next lesson was Russian. You went to the bathroom, so you were the last one in the room. When you started to walk in, Yegor bumped into you, well, not exactly bumped into you. He just brushed your shoulder. He looked at you as if you had pushed him. His friends started whistling and telling all sorts of jokes, including dirty ones. A week later, your homeroom teacher said that on Saturday you would be going to camp with your class, or rather, something like camp. Saturday came, and you and your class were standing waiting for the bus. "I wonder who I'll be sitting next to?" your friend, Nastya, asked. You shrugged, looking at the sleepy faces of your classmates, because it was 6:10. When you were let on the bus, you were the last one on because it would have been awkward to get on. There was a crowd. You walked along the slope of the bus and found a free seat by the window. You were already walking towards it when you were pushed and you almost fell if you hadn't grabbed the seat. It was Yegor. He sat down in the seat you were walking towards. Walking up to him, you placed your backpack on the seat and began to glare at him. "Actually, I wanted to sit here," you said. Yegor looked at you with indifference and, putting on his wireless headphones, turned on some music and began to stare out the window. You couldn't tell he was in love with you.

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