Naive little fool

Why haven't I been here for two years? No, I'm not skipping or being homeschooled, I just graduated! I'm in my second year of college now... What's more, I'm studying 500 kilometers away from here...

I'm really getting tired of sitting, another 10 minutes and I'll leave. Maybe look out the window? At the school that tormented me

for 10 years?

So many memories are tied to it... Because despite all the nerves, the scolding, the bad grades, there was a lot of good here too. For example, I was... Stop! 

Two girls were sitting in the schoolyard. I definitely knew them. One was a redhead, about 170 cm tall, in a mini skirt with great legs – Lesya. A nice girl, crossed paths with her a couple of times when I was still studying. But her friend! It was definitely her – that same naive little fool who confessed her love to me when she was in 9th grade, and I was in 11th. What did I do? Nothing. Literally. I just ignored it. Didn't even reply with a single smiley. Probably after that I never saw her, maybe after the confession and the ignoring she avoided me in every way.

Sasha, that was the fool's name, seemed to have changed so much that nothing was the same, but on the other hand, she remained exactly the same sweet girl, the same height as her friend. Sweet, exactly.  She was never what you'd call "skinny bones," but you couldn't call her fat either. Just right. But now... No, she had changed – she had become sexier. She was desirable. Those dark long hair fell over her shoulders, those brown eyes were glowing, and she was laughing, sitting flirtatiously on the bench with her legs up, hugging Lesya, showing her something on her phone...  

I couldn't just leave it like that. I wanted satisfaction. Moral and, if I was lucky, physical. I headed for the exit.  

As soon as I took a couple of steps in their direction, Lesya's blue eyes widened and she stared at me, whispering something like a hello. Of course, she remembered me. It was hard not to recognize me, I was the top handsome guy. Tall, dark-haired, athletic, green-eyed. How could anyone not want me? Also, Lesya probably knew about Sasha confessing to me back then, and that I blew her off. I think she's afraid of how her friend will react.

Sasha notices her friend's expression immediately but doesn't turn around, just asks: "Did you see a ghost or something?"

– Hello, girls! – I was already standing very close, but still behind her. – Good to see you, Lesya. You look good. Sasha?

– Huh? Hi! Yes, Sasha. And you... sorry, remind me? – what? WHAT? She didn't recognize me. Lesya's eyes got even rounder, and so did mine...

– I'm Dima. Don't you remember me? 11a, class of 2012. – come on, baby, remember me.

– Hmm.. But your face is definitely familiar. So what did you want? – what? Damn, she doesn't remember me. Or she's pretending.. Though I doubt she could have figured it out that fast.

– You.. ahem.. what are you doing here? – Lesya snapped out of it.  

– Just looking for my beloved! I realized what a mistake I made...  

– Um? – the redhead's eyes went completely round.

– Don't freak out, sweetie. I'm joking. Came to visit my hometown. How's school life?

– Well... It's okay... I'm... Good.  Exams here... Yeah. – Pfft.. I expected that kind of reaction from the little amnesiac... That she literally can't string two words together!

– That's all terribly interesting, but, Lesya, we have to go. The bus is about to come. – Sasha intervened.  

– So what's the rush, girls. I have a car. I'll give you a ride. We can go somewhere, if you don't mind? – I couldn't let her get away, you understand? I want her to remember everything. I want her to be ashamed and have that victorious blush appear on her cute cheeks. Now I'll do anything to fuck her. And then? I'll love her! Haha, of course, I'm joking. I'll leave, go away, and let her cry into her pillow.  

– No, thank you. We don't get into cars with strange guys. Bye. – Sasha smiled, grabbed her friend's hand, and quickly headed towards the gate, clicking her heels. What does that bitch think of herself anyway?  

For three days I went there. Of course, first to the assembly hall. But then I stalked those chicks. And you know what? Nothing. No one was there: not Viktor, not Lesya, not Sasha. What kind of conspiracy is this..?

But then the day came,  the redhead was sitting with her friend on the same bench. Maybe Lesya reminded her who I am, what I am... I had to act head-on.  

I walked quickly to the bench and plopped down next to Lesya. When will this redhead stop widening her eyes so much when she sees me?

– Hi, sweetie! – I pecked Lesya on the temple and extended my hand to her friend, giving her a choice: to shake it or let me kiss her knuckles... Oh, man, a gentleman. – Sasha!

But she surprised me again, just ignoring my hand.

– Hi... – the brunette said dryly, lowering her eyes to her phone.  

How she pisses me off... For the next ten minutes I chatted with Lesya, trying to get any reaction from Sasha, but she only occasionally glanced at us. Then I decided to finish them both off for good and started looking intently into Lesya's eyes, then at her lips, making it clear what I was going to do. The redhead's eyes widened again – she got it.  

– Don't.. – "Don't you dare," Lesya apparently wanted to say, but I, of course, didn't let her. A second – and she was already responding to the kiss. And I glanced at my amnesiac.

Sasha, finally, was shocked! God, you had to see it! Her brown eyes turned almost black. They were burning with some incomprehensible fire, giving them a beautiful shine. Her mouth opened slightly. But a moment later, she was looking at her phone again, trying to show that nothing was bothering her at all. She sure knows how to be annoying... And I know how to kiss for a long time. Lesya tried to pull away about 3 times... And a lot of time had passed. Just as I was about to stop, Sasha jumped up and ran to the school door, leaving her things. A guy came out from there, not exactly a handsome guy. He was like the complete opposite of the object of my desire: tall, lanky, fair-haired, not sexy...

And guess what? Of course, she threw herself around his neck. The guy, after a moment's thought, returned the hug.  

Lesya had already detached herself. She sat there looking at me questioningly...  

– That's what had to be done. Does she remember me? 

– I... What? Did you do that on purpose? Why are you tormenting us!?

– Les, calm down. Is that her boyfriend? 

– I'm not saying anything. You... Idiot! Just to have a laugh!

– Calm down! You're really sexy, I want you! And your friend too! You're cool girls... – yeah... especially your friend. If only she w...

I didn't understand anything as Lesya herself threw herself at me with a kiss. Apparently, the girl had a serious case of being under-fucked. Probably Sasha isn't a virgin either. Should I take her somewhere? While the ground is ready.  

But, alas, not this time. Viktor flashed in the window. Finally, he had arrived. I pushed the redhead away, wrote down  her number and promised to call in the evening. Without thinking long, I ran to the assembly hall.

But it seems I won't do that today either. I was interrupted by a strange sound coming from the second-floor bathroom. I came closer and realized it was the women's bathroom, and the sound was crying mixed with a male voice. As a true gentleman, I rushed to help...

I opened the door sharply and saw that same blond guy who was being       hugged by Sasha outside. She was there too. Crying. You understand what I thought...  

– You bastard! Get out of here before I kill you! – I hit the fair-haired guy and pushed him towards the door; he looked scared and immediately ran out. – Sasha!? What? What did he do to you? 

Instead of answering, she removed her hands from her face. Her eyes were red, mascara smeared all over her face, which was an unnatural pink color, her hair was disheveled, some strands stuck to her wet cheeks. For a second Sasha looked at me, then, lowering her eyes again, began to sob.

– Nothing! Nothing! Get out of here! – the girl screamed through her tears.  

– Sash... Calm down... How did he offend you? Want me to twist his head off? 

– Twist your own, you jerk! You still don't get it!? But I get why you're putting on this whole circus! I remember you, I remember! Satisfied!? Feel better now!? Did you think about me!? Did you think about how much you're hurting me!? Did you think that I still love you!? I knew you were a bastard, but not this much. Get out of here! – I had never seen her like that. After those fateful words, some surge in her blood ended, and she started sobbing again. So loudly. Could she really still love me? That's just unreal. And what should I do? I wanted this, but... I didn't understand what I was doing.  

I made up my mind – I went over and hugged her, pressing her to me with an unknown force. Sasha didn't stop sobbing, only pushed me away with hatred, and I squeezed tighter.  

– Calm down... I'm a fool... I'm an idiot... Forgive me! 

But honestly. She didn't calm down... Minutes passed that felt like an eternity – she sobbed, pushing me, and I stood there, not knowing what to do...

After some time, she gave up. Apparently, she realized I wouldn't let go... Or maybe she finally decided to return the hug she had been waiting for for 3 years? Her arms dropped, and a moment later they wrapped around my neck. Now she was crying into my shoulder.  

– Okay, that's enough. Stop. Everything's fine.  

Sasha looked up at me, her eye color hidden by the shine of tears and redness. She wanted to say something, but I kissed her. I couldn't wait, I wanted her so much. Literally immediately, she responded to the kiss. Her hands got tangled in my hair. Pushing Sasha towards the windowsill, I lifted her by the butt and sat her on it – now the girl's head was level with mine.  

My hands slid over her body, caressed her breasts through her clothes, making Sasha moan.

Now my hands were heading to a noticeable place. But as soon as I brought them there, the girl abruptly closed her legs and, as if, tensed up completely.  

– Dim... Don't. Please.  

– Sasha, what's wrong? Don't be afraid, no one will see us. Should we go into a stall? 

– You still don't understand anything. It's all... I... I'm a virgin! It's important to me and I don't want my first time to be with someone who doesn't need me. I love you, but still, I won't go for something like that for the sake of minutes after which you'll disappear forever. And now, sorry... I hope that someday you'll meet a girl who will love you the same way... And... That I'll meet a guy who will love me...  

Having said that, she walked out, straightening her skirt right in front of the door. I was at a loss again. Run after her? What to say? I don't love her... Or do I? No, no! Let it stay as it is. I'll wish her the same and continue living the same way. Fuck, dump, fuck, dump...  

Speaking of fucking. Where did I put Lesya's number?

We were sitting in the back seat of my Honda. Well, I was sitting, and the Redhead was squirming on my lap, trying to turn me on more. Still, her movements were awkward... Maybe she's a virgin too? Though that's also nonsense, because she wouldn't want a bastard like me to be her first. She's a normal girl, after all.  

– Okay, that's it. You're annoying me. What's all this for? Do you want to prove something to Sasha again? – Lesya got off me and sat next to me.  

– I don't get it. What are you even talking about? – what idea has been born in her female head again?

– You don't want me. I can see that. So, you want Sasha, because you said you'd like both. But if you want to fuck some girl, that doesn't stop you from fucking others, right? But it stops you. She's not indifferent to you, admit it! – God, I never thought a girl could construct such a chain... Probably it's just nonsense. But I won't argue, because my friend really didn't get hard for Lesya, despite her figure.  

I leaned my head back against the seat and covered my face with my hands. I'm so tired of this.  

Lesya looked at me for a while, then took out a piece of paper, scribbled something, and with the words "If you finally understand.." handed it to me and got out of the car with her things.  

I don't know how long I sat there in my thoughts. My head was replaying different situations involving Sasha. Probably the girl is right!

— Ding-dong" – I was ringing the apartment doorbell. Lesya left me the address. Her address. Having rethought everything, I bought a bouquet of 17 roses and headed to the coveted apartment to conquer my peak.  

The door opened. Sasha was standing on the threshold in a short robe with ducks and a towel on her head. After looking at me for a couple of seconds, she smiled. Yes... Yes. Yes!

I rushed to her, putting the flowers somewhere to the right, and slamming the door shut. The next minutes were like a fog: warm breath, damp skin, wet hair, passionate kisses.  

I only came back to reality when I pushed her towards the bed.  

Sasha, relaxing her whole body, fell onto the blanket. Breathing heavily, she looked at me, anticipating what was about to happen... And I couldn't get enough of looking at her... Finally, I fell onto her, pulling my t-shirt off along the way.  

– Will your parents be back soon?

– Nooo, dad's on night shift...

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