Curly season

Part 3

Nicka

We spent the next week studying in the second shift, because there was some kind
of schedule malfunction, there were not enough teachers, and we decided to send classes from seventh to ninth temporarily to another shift until everything was settled.

I was more excited about it than anyone else. It was possible to get at least a little sleep. I generally like to sleep longer, and getting up early is a disaster for me.

It was on a Thursday when I remembered that I had forgotten my notebook in music class the day before. I had already managed to be late for my first class, but I decided that another five minutes wouldn't solve anything, so I ran to the music room, which was located in the next building, where the junior classes were taught.

When I got to the door, I tried to calm my breathing, which
had been ragged as I ran down the hall, and decided to listen
for a lesson in music. It wasn't until I realized the classroom was dead silent that I
decided to open the door.

The office was indeed empty, and I immediately rushed to the desk where
I had been sitting last night. And as I was walking across the room, I suddenly noticed that
two people were standing right next to the blackboard, and not just standing there, but kissing. I was taken aback and froze when
the two of them, apparently reacting to the noise I was making with my movements,
finally turned to face me.

In front of me were our young teacher, Miss Sparrow,
a music teacher, and the curly-haired guy who had let go of his hands in
the square, and now he was stroking my teacher's thighs with the same hands.

Miss Sparrow abruptly pulled herself up and pushed the young man away. I froze in confusion.

"Nika, what do you want?"

"Am, I forgot my notebook here... Okay, I'll pick it up later" I blurted out, and stormed out of the office. Instead of running to my class, I decided to run to the bathroom, which came across my way, to recover from what I saw.

I leaned against the sink and began to wash my face with cold water to ease
the heat that had suddenly come over me. Inhale\ - exhale. You need to even out your breathing and calm down.

I couldn't figure out what made me more shocked. Because I saw my
tormentor or because I saw my teacher with him.

I haven't seen him since that last moment. But I
had the courage to ask my classmate Elina about him. I didn't ask about him specifically, of course, but about the guy who was with him at the time. It so happened that he approached her once before lessons, and I took the opportunity to find out that it was her older brother Timur, who then
recognized me. The Curly one turned out to be his friend and classmate, and they were both from
the eleventh grade.

After a bit of shock, I decided to go to class.

But as I was leaving the bathroom, I bumped into someone's massive chest.

I looked up and met the same eyes that were consuming all
the living matter around me, dragging me relentlessly into their abyss.

"Let's talk," he turned to me.

I silently nodded my head.

"Let's get out of the way of the offices so we don't get in the way of anyone," he added dryly,
and wandered off down the corridor. I followed him obediently, my legs wobbling
, and the floor felt like it was swaying under me.

He led me under the stairs, where we were really far away from all the offices
and could talk in peace. Although what should we talk about with him? Will
he test me and lecture me again?

"You didn't see anything, did you?" he began eloquently.

"Or what?" my fearlessness came from somewhere.

"Or what? Seriously? Come on, stop playing the righteous one here before I
throw up...what are you trying to do? You can't save us all anyway..."

"No, I don't think I had a mission like that," I said, even more emboldened.
"Although right now, it looks like you need rescuing," a nervous chuckle suddenly broke out of my mouth, puzzling both of us. "Calm down, I won't tell anyone. And not for your sake, but I'll do it for Mrs. Sparrow. Nothing will happen to you, but she may be thrown out of school in disgrace, and then the road to teaching may be blocked. It's not her fault that she fell for your pretty face," I blurted out angrily and was already trying to walk away. He grabbed my elbow and blocked my
path.

"What do I hear! Do you think I'm pretty?" without letting go, he continues to press me, pulling his smug smile almost to the back of my neck.

Of course, I do, but I don't plan to admit it, so that this turkey doesn't fluff up its turkey tail even more.

I also find myself staring brazenly into his mouth. And, to be more precise, on his lips, watching how their curves change.

Nicka!

"Maybe I put it wrong. You know, I don't know much English, you know... So get that smug smile off your face and let me pass."

"Hah. You have sharp tongue."

"Yeah, so be careful and don't put your fingers in my mouth."

"Look, you're new here. I would like to advise you to perform less and
learn more about the local rules...for your own safety, " he says through gritted teeth, clearly losing patience.

"Are you threatening me?"

"I give you advice for free, Curly," he says, picking up one of my strands that has fallen out towards my face, pulls it slightly and lets go so that it springs back.

"I don't need your advice! Step back!" I push him away from me.

"Yes, I knew Italians were very temperamental, but I didn't think they were so stupid."

"So, f*ck you! And look for stupidity in your pants!"

Jesus, Nicka, what did you just say to him?

It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard from myself.

I take off and walk away. There is no longer any desire to go to any
lesson, but just want to rush home and hide away from this narcissist fesso*.

* fesso (Italian.) – idiot