In 11th grade I liked my classmate, and shortly before the New Year I decided to arrange a romantic act. In general, every day I threw her in the pocket of the shoe chocolate with all sorts of notes, like you are cool, a cute smile and all that, but without a signature. For a while I managed to do this secretly from everyone, then I burned myself in front of two classmates. But it seemed to them a funny entertainment, and instead of embarrassing exposure, they became, so to speak, active observers of the show. Once they even helped me: the day I left to file papers to the universe or something like that, they threw a chocolate instead of me, the more confused my object of breathing and removed suspicions.



This is the last day before the winter vacation. I bought two chocolates. I took one during the day, as usual. And in the evening we had something like a morning, only an evening, all sorts of performances there, each class puts its play, all that. In general, in the evening, the school was full again, and I put on a second chocolate box with a note that broke the mask of anonymity. I don’t know what it was supposed to end in my dreams... Maybe she would throw in my arms, because I’m so good, I’m choking with chocolate)) But in reality, when I was about to go home, in the hallway a dumb-known guy meets (as it turned out later, the girl’s brother), clings me to the wall, takes my chest and says something like “Yes, stay away from Oksana, she is constantly complaining that you’re dominating her.” Without a handshake, nothing like that, he didn’t even raise his voice, but he did. This was happening in the hallway, many saw this very humiliating scene for me. Unfortunately, the girl did not share my feelings at all, so after the holidays I began to pretend that she does not exist. I was neither old nor terrible.