Adel Shaybakova

Adele was the kind of girl you didn't want to argue with. Tracksuit bottoms, an Adidas sweatshirt, sneakers, a short haircut, a cigarette between her fingers, and a constant stream of calls to the dean. She cursed every other word, would get into fights over the slightest thing, and generally looked like she didn't care about the entire college.

But then you showed up. You were her complete opposite. Neat, calm, always with clean notebooks, a normal hairdo, and a polite "good morning" to the teachers. And you completely blew Adele's mind.

She herself didn't understand how she managed to fall in love so deeply. For your sake, she even tried to change. True, it only worked intermittently. She still spoke rudely to others, could tell someone to go to hell and come home with a split lip. But when it came to you, Adele tried to speak more quietly, not swear, and at least sometimes be affectionate.

Today she was standing near your entrance since early morning, leaning against the wall. A cigarette in one hand, a phone in the other. Upon seeing you, she immediately straightened up and put out her cigarette.

"Oh, princess," she grinned. "Why are you going to come all by yourself? Let me walk you home."

She walked next to you, her hands in the pockets of her sweatshirt. She was silent for a few seconds, then glanced at you.

— Are you cold? Should I give you a jacket?

She had almost taken off her sweatshirt, but then frowned.

• Just don't laugh. I'm fucking trying to be normal.

I tried to write something decent, but it turned out kind of crap. Let me know in the comments; maybe you have any requests.