Left side, Right side.

I love you for a long time, It's sad and funny.       I sat at my desk and looked out the window with enthusiasm, paying zero attention to the lesson. However, the teachers have long given up on me, because what am I if not mediocrity? I have problems focusing, poor memory, and in general I’m too lazy to do anything to study, because very soon Zero Day will end everything.       I look out the window... Huge flakes of snowflakes spin in the direction of the wind in a waltz. The roofs of the houses are covered with a thick layer of snow, which seems to be about to fall down. The sky is almost black, covered with a veil of gray on top of the dark azure color of space. Lanterns burning with warm yellow light illuminate the roads, white snow, like Swarowski crystals, sparkles brightly and beautifully from new angles.       It’s warm in the classroom, thank God, Moscow schools generously sponsor us, and we have heating in all our classrooms. My classmates are concentrating on something, and I feel like I’m on another planet, where I feel good. I look with interest at the light green walls, on which the paint is slightly peeling - these walls are so familiar to me that my guts turn outward when I realize the fact that I have seen these walls almost every day for eleven years now. Above the electronic board, which we only got a year ago, hang black and white portraits of all sorts of scientists: Newton, Pascal, Joule, some guy whose name I always forget, and Mendeleev. It always seemed strange to me that Mendeleev is on a par with the geniuses of physics, he is also, sort of, a chemist... In the far corner of the classroom there is a transparent glass cabinet, inside of which there are old microscopes and other gadgets. When Andre and I were in seventh grade, we accidentally broke the door of this cabinet, after which it had to be replaced. Nobody ever found out who did it, so we probably got away with it. The desk I’m sitting at is old and also very familiar to me. Previously, it was too high for me, and I could somehow reach my notebook with a half-bent arm, now it is a little too small for me. Every year more and more drawings of members appear on it, of various sizes and quality of execution. Before Andre and I were divided into different verticals in the ninth grade, the two of us sat at this desk and also took part in completing this work of art.       I chose to study social sciences and humanities, so physics began to appear less often in my schedule than before the ninth grade. Andre went to the physics and mathematics vertical, and not entirely of his own free will. His parents, in his own words, “gently forced” him to choose this particular specialty. We stopped meeting each other in class, but we saw each other every break, which made us happy. In the end, it's better than if he left after the ninth grade or changed schools... I wouldn't want to be left completely alone.       Finally, a pleasant short ringtone from the lesson sounds, and we are dismissed from the class. I, completely happy, take my backpack, quickly stuff my notebook, textbook and pencil case into it, and then run out of the classroom into the corridor. Once there, I immediately quickly walk up the stairs to the first floor of the school, where in the connecting corridor hangs the schedule of each class, and the schedule of the eleventh “B”, in which Andre studies, too.              Chemistry... So, that means the second wing, fourth floor. I run to another staircase and run up the steps, reaching the desired four hundred and fifth office. Next to this door there were parallel workers, and in the very corner on the floor Andre was sitting, looking at something on his phone.              - Andre! – I call out to him, and he raises his head at me, smiling slightly.              I move closer, take his hand and pull him up so that he stands up. He laughs, and still gets to his feet, lazily throwing the backpack, which was previously lying on the floor, over his shoulder.              -What did you want? – his light smile always cheers me up. “I’ll have control now,” I repeated.              - Fuck him. Let's go to the toilet and have a smoke.              He sighs, but still agrees without much resistance.              - Lan, let's go.              We go to the nearest men's room and lock the door there. I take the raspberry HQD out of my pocket and Andre reaches for his mango in his backpack. He only buys this flavor and I thought it was funny but cute.              Take puffs and exhale. The small space in which we hide is filled with acrid smoke with a pungent odor. Stupid chemistry, but I kind of like it. I look at Andre and lean my back against the cold wall.              – Any plans for the weekend? - I ask in a low voice, so that if suddenly teachers, or, even worse, the head teacher, pass by, they will not hear that we are hanging out here.              - But no. In a good way, I should be preparing more for the Unified State Exam, but I don’t give a fuck.              I grin, because the same situation happens to me.              There's only one thing left for us,       Take me to the cinema.              - Maybe we can go to the cinema?              Andre looks up at me with his HQD.              - Well, no bullshit, in general. Parents are unlikely to refuse. I don't mind, what movie should we go to?              - Heck, Google it. – I shrugged, taking another drag.              – Why don’t you Google it yourself?              - I forgot my phone at home...              Still, Andre takes the phone out of his pocket and goes into Chrome, where he Googles movies at the nearest cinema. He does this with such concentration, as if he is immersed in such an easy and short process. While he does this, I pull away from the wall and take a step closer to him, and then quickly shove my raspberry HQD into his mouth while he whispers out loud what he is typing. Andre looks at me, blushing sharply, but still takes a drag and exhales a ring of smoke in my face, which makes me turn away.              “Asshole...” I whisper playfully, holding back my laughter.              - Terrible taste, how do you even smoke that?              We look at each other for a few more seconds, after which he puts his electronic device in my mouth, and I also take a short drag, after which I start coughing.              - At least mine is not so chemically.              It seems like we’ve been talking about the movie for a very long time, and I suddenly lean towards Andre, kissing him on the lips. I’ve never kissed before, and neither has Andre, so this act is short, innocent and awkward. I quickly pull away, feeling my cheeks heat up. Andre leans closer to me and kisses my lips again, just prolonging the first kiss, after which I close my eyes, enjoying the blissful feeling. As soon as we stop this kiss again, I, still looking into Andre’s eyes, say quietly.              - Do you love me?              “Yes...” he nods.              “Then how about a date on Saturday?” – I smile lightly and playfully. - Let's go to the movie you want.              - OK. Then, we’ll contact you later for more information...              We hide the vapes again and leave the toilet, going to different offices.