Curly season

Part 10

Nick

The hacker finally broke through the source that posted our photo with Maria, and for one photo with Curly.

The IP address led us to the computer parlor. Well, of course, it couldn't be smarter than.

We went to talk to the owner of this salon, so that he would provide us with data from
video surveillance cameras, but he backed down, hiding behind confidentiality and
some other nonsense.

I had to starve myself out by using blackmail. In the end, he gave up and provided us
with the materials. We spent a couple of days sitting with Timur after school, looking at the recordings to find at least some clue and meet a familiar face on them.

Curly hasn't been back to school since that day, and I thought I'd taken her papers. I was glad
that everything had happened my way, but somewhere I felt a pang of longing that I would never
see him again, though I could hardly admit it to myself. Tim later found out, that she was only ill and, apparently, did not intend to go anywhere.

"Look, do you recognize him?" Tim pointed at the computer screen.

"Mole..." His brazen face flashed across the screen.

If anyone could have taken a photo with Maria, then only someone who was definitely present could have taken a picture with Curly in the square then. Apart from the four of us, there was only one person left.

An amazing fellow, after the performance in the woods and his promises, he continued to stay true to himself. I laughed, disbelieving the surrealism.

At school, another conversation took place with him, after which, not
surprisingly, he turned in his "accomplice" with guts, saying that it was he who incited him to
do this all the time. What was my surprise when I found out who it was. What in general
connected these two people and how they became for one, and in general appeared near?

My ex-girlfriend Varya from the parallel class. We dated last year. We broke up six months ago, just before the summer break.

"Why did you do that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said at first.

We parted on a bad note. The reason was that at some point, Varya began
to strangle me with her attention, literally, not to let me pass and
control everything, and besides, to be jealous of almost every post. Her
behavior began to resemble an obsession. So I couldn't stand it and just
suggested putting an end to this episode of our interaction.

"We can't part... I thought we were serious," she cried that night. "We even had..." Yes, I was her first and understood all the responsibility that I had to bear.
I took responsibility for myself. I've heard that this is really important for girls,
unlike us guys. We are a bit cynical in this regard.

But to be honest, I never insisted, I always had someone to have fun with. But Varya
suggested it herself when we were alone one day. What about me? And I'm not iron,
apparently.

I liked her, but not much more, and her campaign was driven by me. Once she even confessed her love to me, but I couldn't return it, I just hugged and kissed her to soften
the awkwardness of the moment.

"Varya, you wanted to punish me, but as a result, other people were suffered. Don't you see that?"

"Serves them right! Let everyone know that you bring only one misfortune!"

"Christ! What are you talking about? People meet, people break up, that's how life works. Especially since I didn't promise you anything...

"You asshole...I loved you. I am still ready to forgive you everything and be with you."

"You're joking right now, aren't you? Do you really think after what you've done, I'll want to be with you? I think you need to go to the doctor and check your brain."

"You'll regret it!"

"I'm already sorry I ever messed with you!" Maybe I shouldn't have provoked her. It is clear that
the girl was in despair, and as they say "There is no one worse than an offended woman".
Now I understand what it means. "What's more, you disgust me! And don't you dare let
me see you again."

We leaked the video of Mole to the Internet, despite the fact that he helped us by handing over Varya.

I thought it was time to finish up with him. Another desperate guy.

A couple of weeks later, when he was finally bullied at school, his parents came and took his documents. He'll probably keep running from school to school until he does something about his
rat addiction.