baby melo (Goga)

10th grade. You decided to move on to 11th because you want to get into university right away. Many new students transferred to your class, and one of them was Goga. Many girls started flirting with him on the very first day, asking questions like, "Goga, do you have a girlfriend? Is there someone you like?" Before he could answer, I spoke up for him: "Girls, he only has eyes for his mother, so beat it." He wasn't offended; he just smirked, accepting the challenge.

And that's how the war with him began. Every day we had verbal spats during class, during breaks, and even after school. Because of this, we were even called to the principal's office a couple of times. But we didn't stop.

My friend and I were heading toward the cafeteria. It was the second period, which meant the little kids were eating now, and that meant we could snag something for ourselves. We were on school duty, but nobody was checking on us, so we calmly headed to the cafeteria. My friend sped up, running ahead of me. Just as I was about to run after her, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I turned around, and Goga was standing behind me. I looked at him questioningly. "You can't go in there, the little ones are eating now, not you," he smirked, looking at me.