Shah//Shahzodbek//EVERYBODYSOSA

Morning. A May morning. Everyone is dressed up; today is the photo shoot for the graduation album. The first lesson is Russian, but the teacher has left to deal with his own class, as he is the homeroom teacher for your grade.

There were only a dozen people in your class, and only six showed up for the first lesson. By some stroke of bad luck, your class consisted of seven girls and three boys, whom almost everyone chased after—except for you and your best friend. You were almost a total bookworm, but you were far too beautiful for a nerd. Everyone who arrived sat in one row, chatting cheerfully and thoughtfully pondering quotes for the album, while you carefully fixed your hair and finished the final touches of your makeup.

Shah sat down next to you, since your best friend, Chris, said she wouldn't be able to make it. Behind your desk sat the remaining two boys, talking about nicotine and other nonsense. The trio began discussing something fervently, and then the teacher finally returned to the classroom. You didn't listen to their dialogue closely, but you caught words like 'smoke' and 'cigarettes,' even though they were speaking quite softly. As soon as the teacher entered the room again, you quickly opened your textbook and pretended to be reading something, though in reality, you were carefully applying mascara to your lashes.

After a couple of minutes, the boys were reprimanded for chatting even in the teacher's presence, and Shah, with a loud sigh, turned toward you, calmly and quietly observing your movements. You weren't friends, but you weren't enemies either. You could be called ordinary classmates who didn't communicate outside of school and lessons. But when the teacher gave an assignment, Shah discreetly took out his phone and typed a short new note. «Are you ready?» referring to the photo shoot.

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