xxx: High school. A break. Our class is on duty. A group of girls a couple of years older is walking towards me. In their center, my attention is focused on a petite brunette with a very beautiful smile. She is laughing. And I already forgot how to breathe. And where was I going. So I fell ill with a serious illness. Later, a plan is born in my head - to find mutual acquaintances, find out everything possible, ask to introduce us. And in my heart, meanwhile, there are only dreams, and the most stupid ones - terrorists attack the school and I save it. And a million more situations where I am a knight, and she is a beautiful lady. These are dreams. I dream about it. Just like that, the whole world narrowed down to her brown eyes and a charming smile. During recess, I could not stay in class - go out under any pretext in the hope of seeing her. During the same period, I came across a cassette with "Riki Vverh" songs. Up to this point, I hated all pop music fiercely. Only metal, industrial and alternative. And then "you just asked him not to leave and trembled with tears, begged forgive me / and he kisses you, says he loves." These songs came up like a key to a lock. The disease progressed. I faced something that I have never experienced. The plan did not succeed and then I decided to say what I feel and come what may. By that time, I knew her name, what she was listening to, what she was doing, and so on. Having plucked up the courage to look at the schedule, I was waiting for her at the entrance to the classroom. Heart beat like drums in Slipknot. There she is! I go towards her. We meet, I just open my mouth to say everything, as she says - “What are you staring at me, freak?” ... Blood hit my face. Silently I walk by, reaching my class. Life is over. Everything has lost its meaning. No appetite. Depression came. There is no desire to live. At home, drunken showdowns, emptiness in the soul. I can’t share with friends and don’t want to. It was a difficult period. What helped? Time, books, music and other adequate representatives of the fair sex.
5 years later. Classmates call me to a house party to have fun with the girls. I come, the party is in full swing, and then we will have the following dialogue with one character - "now the girl will come, generally a fail-safe option, she will drink a little - like fighting for the world, can go for a threesome." It was a little sad to see my first unrequited love after his words.
yyy: I predict, that even after she got drunk, she fucked everyone except OP.
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