I've never enjoyed someone else's hangover so much.

Yes, I'm scared to think about the consequences if Vika recognized the sender's number. Yeah. Scary. She was somehow going to pour brilliant green on a girl from the fifth year. Just for the fact that she dresses cooler and had the audacity, passing by Korneev, to say hello to him. The girl just said hello, and Zvyagina already wanted to lower the diphtheria bacillus remedy on her.

And what will she come up with for me if she finds out who sends me stupid songs? Her brain is going to explode from the flood of ideas. There, fantasy will dance the bottom break and, at each turn, throw in a new idea for retribution.

Some tin.

Well, what am I thinking about?

Tus, distract me, huh?

What?

All the way to the institute I listen to the whining of a man whose head is “bursting at the seams”. I have no idea what it is, but from the looks of Victoria, it seems that such sensations can hardly be called pleasant.

If I get up on my hands, will it help?

Is that what you're joking about? Do you have any idea how bad I feel? And, unfortunately, there is no stall nearby to buy water.

I don't even want to imagine. But you be patient, next time you will think before pouring a degree into yourself.

Vika just snorted and, like a small offended child, showed me her tongue.

God.

Well, an adult.

Time is running out, twenty minutes are left before the couple, during which we still need to get to the institute, go up to the third floor, where we will have philosophy, and lay out notebooks. And Zvyagin barely moves his legs, like a wounded filly. I would like to speed up, but you can’t leave a sick soldier who promised to wash the floors in the apartment. Now I have to keep an eye on her so that she doesn’t dump somewhere. Vika can. Give her a trigger, show some weakness, and that's it. She'll run away like milk out of a pot, leaving behind a mess that I'll have to clean up alone.

Of course, it's not just about cleaning. After the morning SMS from Korneev, somehow I don’t want to run into him alone. As practice has shown, my tongue starts to itch next to him. I say everything that I think, although I should be silent in a rag. Seriously, why were you yelling at him? Yes, a person does not care about my opinion, but I turned on the president and continued to flood his ears.

I also call Vika a fool.

She's no better on her own.

I guess we both have mechanical minds. Only we forget to turn our backs to the wind.

Tuska, move your hooves. Vaughn Danya is coming.

Damn it.

Hurry, I have to say hello to him.

It would be better if she ran to lectures like that or to the store for onions when I ask her.

Run hello. The cheerleading group will stay here and mentally yell, "Go bears."

The sound of the tires diverts my attention from Vika, and I can already see Korneev getting out of his car.

I know this car.

My dad showed me first. We went to the store on our Logan, and there, in the parking lot, this marvel of engineering showed off. According to a parent, of course. Dad, like a cat, licked his lips, looking at a chic box with wheels. He said that as soon as he retired, he would rob a cash-in-transit car and buy himself this tigress with the letter “L” on the steering wheel. And he doesn’t care that he will see the sky in a box later. For such words, he, of course, received a cuff from his mother, but I managed to examine and remember the object, because of which Shvedov Sr. looked fifteen years younger.

And then Vika began to crackle about Korneev's new toy.

So I didn’t even stand next to such a machine, but I knew everything about it. Up to fuel consumption and the number of horses under the hood.

Shvedova, faster. Now Sukhanov, as usual, will jump out of the ground and drag my baby away.

Is she serious?

Baby?

Fu, what a perversion.

Fly, Carlson, save your baby from Freken Bok and her buns.

I waved a hand to the running Vika, and I quickened my step, now I can run so as not to remain among the latecomers. There is only one problem here. The insolent major Korneev parked right on the sidewalk, it’s impossible to slip unnoticed.

Heck.

And if he decides to blurt out something in front of Zvyagina?

Maybe hang out somewhere?

Missing one class is not murder. So Vika says several times a week. I will skip and at the same time check her words. I must know whether it is possible to trust the person with whom I live under the same roof.

Yes, stop!

I will still hide from Korneev. Where is it seen?

Spit.

Nose up, chest forward, shoulders back. I'm a giraffe who can't see anyone underfoot. I am a courageous elephant who is not afraid of any mice there.

Go ahead, Tusya. Only forward.

- Well? Can you give me a ride after class tonight? - with every step I hear more and more clearly the voice of Zvyagina, who turned on her inherent charm and is trying to crawl up to her idol again.

That is unlikely.

Well, yeah. It's hard for you, right? I have never been in a car like this before in my life. Fulfill my dream.

Vika says, but I'm ashamed. I can actually feel my ears turn red.

Without looking around, I caught up with a couple of bounty and tried to get around them.

Does the flowered pajama want to ride too? Your girlfriend?

Well, my.

Why mention pajamas?

No mind at all?

I look at Vika to see her reaction, but she is so absorbed in admiring her object that she seems to have missed his words.

Tus, wait.

No. Didn't miss.

I wonder if my two kopecks in my pocket are enough for a rope with soap?

Dan, do you want to take the two of us for a ride?

Why is this Korneev looking at me? A little more, and there will be a hole in my forehead.

It's here without me. Ride two.

Are you afraid? – with the whole body turns to me and shoots with his eyes.

Here is the same ... bastard.

Borrow someone's wooden chair? Maybe. There are a lot of thorns.

Dan, can we do it right now? Vika is trying to win his attention. Vaughn strokes his elbow. - I, however, have never run away from couples, but I want to try. Especially with you.

Ha ha three times.

She didn't run away. Yes, some teachers have already forgotten what student Victoria Zvyagina looks like. I never understood people who lie to make themselves look better.

What does it give them?

There is still one splinter. “Hey, is that why he’s looking at me again and ignoring Vika?” - You won't be able to go anywhere. -Oops. Wrong. Now he turns to her.

Why? - the neighbor is naughty.

No gasoline. And now you know how expensive he is. Not enough pocket money.

This is the dumbest excuse I've ever heard. Even my dad can come up with a better one. And he, for a moment, with a sense of humor is sometimes just a disaster.

Poor. Are you starving?

Again, I couldn't close my mouth.

Yes, what is going on?

Magnetic storms?

You have to ask your grandmother. She knows all about these storms. And now run away until the return grenade flew into your hands.

Vika caught up with me at the very porch. Am I surprised they didn't go anywhere? Of course not. He had shied away from her before, it is unlikely that he ran away now.

Didn't he break his piggy bank for the sake of the trip?

“No,” she pouts and grabs my hand. Did I already tell you that you set me up? Danny noticed what you got into. I even came up with a nickname. That's how to communicate with you now, if everyone calls you Pajamas in a flower?

Is there a silent option? He suits me the best.

That's the man's problem.

Horror.

By the way, what wooden chair are you talking about?

From which they made Pinocchio, - I pull Zvyagin to the stairs. Five minutes left.

“So it’s from this, from a log,” she pauses, and it’s clear from her face that she really thinks.

Yes? Oh, I forgot. Say this in front of your Korneev, and he will know that you are smart, and your girlfriend is dumb as a cork.

Damn, Vika smiled so much, as if I really suggested something clever to her. How can you not understand a joke?

It's good that the couple started and we had to run. I didn't feel like talking at all. I took out my phone and looked at the message. Why did he even write to me?

Is that him?

Who else will send me this song?

Although all the boys at school sang it all the time, I had only to enter the classroom. They had fun, and then I hated my name. And she hated Leps, who sang this song. It would be better if he sang about his glass, but did not touch my name.

Yes Korneev sent. Exactly Korneev. Even Vika's number seemed familiar.

You screwed up, Shvedova.

Still stuck.

Heck.

I remembered about him, and he showed up again.

I twist the phone in my hands and do not dare to open a new message.

Wo-oh-oh-oh. Exhalation.

I'm a giraffe. I don't see anyone and I'm not afraid of anyone.

“Pocket money is enough to go to a cafe. I'm waiting".

Pfff. Wait.

Waiting is not prohibited by law.