Not like a snake

      The next day, I felt just "fine", as I did not sleep most of the night, immersed in thoughts and accusations of myself. I couldn't apologize to Olya — she wakes up very late, when a good half of my lessons at school are already over. Besides the lack of sleep, I was tormented by a strange pain in my heart, and the world seemed to swim before my eyes. I understood the reason for this only while sitting in biology, listening to our teacher's tedious lecture. I forgot to take my pills again... Along with this thought, something hit my head sharply, and the chest area was compressed, creating unbearable pain. The pulse increased, there was a feeling of severe shortness of breath and lack of air. Somehow gathering my strength, I stretched out my hand over my head, attracting the attention of the teacher, this gesture was followed by a phrase that I barely uttered in my trembling voice:       - D-dmitry A-a-aleksndrovich, can I.. Should I go to the cx medical center? I have a heart... Seeing my extremely broken condition and shabby appearance, the biologist nodded his head, pointing to the exit from the office. — Pyatifanov, go with Anton, make sure that he doesn't fall off halfway. Roma had already jumped up from his seat, ready to follow me, but Katka intervened in the conversation:       — Dmitry Alexandrovich, don't you think that sending Roma is not a completely reasonable decision? They're a bunch of hooligans-they'll do something else. After a few seconds of silence, Smirnova added. — Let me go? — in the girl's voice, her former sarcastic tone could be traced, as if yesterday's kind and understanding Katerina had been replaced by the viper that appeared before everyone earlier. The teacher did not hesitate to agree with the headman, putting Roman back. He was almost seething with anger, but surprisingly only looked at the girl contemptuously, whispering silently: — A snake. As soon as the door to the classroom slammed shut, the friend abruptly changed her face, once again pulling off her mask over the top of an important person. The voice, as on the previous day, had become softer, but now, on top of everything, there were notes of some excitement in it. — What happened, Antosh? — the girl asked, clinging to me. She was at such a distance now that her every restless breath could be felt. — C-heart. I muttered. — But now I feel a little better. — indeed, the cool corridor air slightly muffled the pain in my chest and helped me almost completely regain my breath. — Since it's easier for you, I think we can take a walk around the school, right? Katya smiled slightly. — And if it gets bad again, then let's go to the doctor. In response to her suggestion, I just nodded my head in silence. I could have used some air, and I felt some relief in the company of Smirnova. It was as if all the problems were receding into the background — it was just the two of us, no one else, nothing else. We walked slowly through the back streets of the school, talking about anything that came to mind. We didn't care that such a long absence could raise a number of questions, because Katka's reputation among teachers can be envied — so, if anything, it won't be a big problem to get out. — Do you have some kind of chronic disease? — Katya suddenly changed the subject of "talking about nothing". — Sort of. I scratched the back of my head uncertainly. — I forgot to take the pills, so something like an attack happened. — an attempt to squeeze out a laugh in order to lighten the atmosphere turned out to be unsuccessful. — Oh, Petrov, Petrov... — my friend said reproachfully. — It's not funny. What if something serious had happened? It's not far from a heart attack either. — Come on, it's still good - and that's the most important thing. A smile involuntarily appeared on his face. Without noticing it, we found ourselves at a dead end, where our communication had begun the day before. — Petrov, you're thinking the same thing I'm thinking, aren't you? I wanted to say something, but words would be superfluous in this situation. The hands closed themselves together, forcing the hearts to merge together, beating in time with each other. We understood perfectly well what everything was leading to, so there was simply no point in procrastinating. It remained only to shorten the distance as much as possible. And so... Our lips touched, breaking down all the barriers of shyness and leaving only a heavenly pleasure, into which two people who had barely begun to communicate plunged. Tongues intertwined in a mad dance, in a torrent of violent passion, and the air in our lungs began to treacherously run out, forcing us to interrupt the rush of feelings that covered us for a moment. Sincere feelings. Their gazes crossed, creating an awkward feeling. Tears flowed from Katerina's emerald eyes, making them shine brightly, making them even more beautiful than usual. "You know, you don't look like a snake at all. I whispered during the break, taking in as much air as possible. — You fool... Smirnova's voice was more like a groan coming from her lips. The second visit was much less lengthy, but it evoked no less colorful feelings. It's just the two of us in this whole world right now. There are no others—just me and her. Me and her. Me and her... Katya pulled back slightly, wiping away the tears that had appeared earlier. With a light flick of her fingers, the girl pulled back the collar of my shirt and, looking around to make sure there were no people, clung to my neck like a snake attacking its prey. Attempts to leave a strong hickey were occasionally interrupted by pleasant biting, which sent goosebumps all over my body, and from my mouth, now and then, treacherously muffled moans escaped, which I tried my best to restrain. The hands themselves pressed the defenseless Smirnova to my body, which made her pause for a second and gasp, but, coming to her senses, she returned to her "task". I buried my face in the girl's hair, they exuded a pronounced strawberry aroma that seemed to make my heart beat faster. The pain from the attack had almost completely subsided, and the only thought in my head was: "I want this moment to last forever." But suddenly Katya pulled away again. Her face was completely covered in paint, as was mine. In such a heated look, the girl looked very... Nice? Yes, cute is the most appropriate word for this situation. — Tosh... — She whispered. — Now it's your turn. After these words, Smirnova, nervously glancing around, hastily unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse, exposing her left collarbone. I didn't hesitate. After running his tongue over the delicate skin of the "girlfriend", he bit the place where the "love mark" would soon appear and got down to business. Pursing her lips, the heated Katerina mumbled, running her fingers through her hair and slowly massaging my head. — Ah... Antosha...       To complete the "procedure", I moved my hands to the girl's chest, slightly squeezing her, causing her to roll her eyes and, nevertheless, let out a rather loud moan, at the same time pushing me away. The girl slid down the wall, trying to come to her senses. — Petrov ... — her heavy, strained breathing did not allow her to utter the phrase without interruption. — You're a miracle. — buttoning her blouse, Katya continued. — Actually, I fell in love with you at first sight, Tosha... From your very first day at this school, I started to feel feelings, but I never would have thought that it would all turn out this way. Tears of joy poured out of Katerina's eyes again, and a smile lit up her face. The most sincere smile I've ever seen. The only thing left for me was to sit down next to Katya and hug her tightly. I still don't understand how this is even possible. How just one day can so radically change the attitude towards a person and help to get closer to him. As a brash and sarcastic viper, in fact, it can turn out to be the kindest and most sensitive person, always ready to support. I am extremely glad that she took my first kiss. I don't know how long we sat there, but the bell was about to ring, announcing the beginning of the break. — Is it visible? I asked, straightening my shirt. It will be very embarrassing if someone notices a rather large reddish mark on the neck at school. Smirnova, looking closely, pulled up my collar a little. — That's so perfect, it's not even noticeable. She smiled back. One thing is done — it turned out to be not so difficult to mask the traces of our "rush of feelings" at school. It remains only to figure out how to do the same at home. After all, if the mother, God forbid, notices... I'm even afraid to imagine what will happen, I know one thing — in this case, problems cannot be avoided. At least another scandal will begin, which we must try to avoid with all our might — for Olya's sake, I don't want her to have to listen to these screams again... We returned to the office a minute or two before the end of the lesson. Katka came up with some kind of excuse and everything worked out - the teacher had no questions. But, judging by the expression on his face, they appeared at Roma's. A friend ambushed me at the exit of the classroom. — Toh, what was that? — What do you mean? I asked uncomprehendingly. — Yes, literally. Pyatifanov sighed. — Why have you been away from this snake for so long? They left, fucking, at the beginning of the lesson, they came at the end, both of them happy. — Well, they gave me a pill, they waited for it to take effect. And the mood lifted because the pain subsided. — I didn't really want to lie to my best friend, but there was no desire to reveal the truth either. — And this one is smiling? Did you throw some kind of shit again? I believed in myself too much, you fucking bitch. — No, Rom, it's okay... - Well, as you know, Tohich, if I'm always there, I'll stand up for you. — my friend patted me on the shoulder and we parted. And so, the snow crunches under my feet again, and my head is full of thoughts about everything. First of all, of course, about what happened today, but at the same time I was mentally preparing to apologize to Olya, because yesterday it did not work out.       Once again, the road took a negligible amount of time. The trees around were becoming rarer, and the snowdrifts on the road were more trampled. To be honest, I would rather watch the winter landscapes while in the biting cold than return to the oppressive home atmosphere, saturated with hatred and screams of parents. Somehow, with some effort, I was able to turn the key in the frozen and slightly rusted keyhole. I "enjoyed" the creaking of the unoiled door hinges again and slammed shut this not entirely reliable set of hastily put together boards. Pulling off my jacket and casually hanging it on a hook at the entrance, I immediately headed to the kitchen, from which came the smell of food and the sounds of a knife tapping on a board. He sat down on a squeaky chair and stared at the ceiling. — What's new at school, what grades? Mother asked emotionlessly, continuing to cook dinner. — Nothing, I didn't answer today. I muttered, unbuttoning the top button of my shirt. And why is the kitchen so hot? — Well, however, as always. I'm not even surprised. There was a slight edge to her mother's voice now. Turning in my direction to make another remark about how ignorant I am, she froze in place, looking in surprise either into my eyes or somewhere below. After a couple of moments, the realization of the whole situation came to me. Idiot... What an idiot I am... And who pulled me to unbutton my shirt right now?