NEVER SAY NEVER

Chaper 8

After school, I went to Petra, as she had done in chemistry. With ease she came from a chemistry classroom. She smiled when she saw me. "So what?" I said suddenly instead of greeting. Her smile widened.
"What did he say?" I asked again. She took a breath.
"Ask him," she finally said. I frowned at her. Then I raised my eyebrows and demanded a normal response.
"He said nothing more than just well. But he didn't sound very convincing, "she said mischievously. I wanted to tell her something, but Eric came out of the classroom. He walked over to Petra and fisted her, and then they hit each other's shoulders. I looked uncomprehendingly. Erika greeted Igor, and they chatted. The five turned to me. When she saw my gaze, she grinned.
"What are you staring at? We've been friends since time immemorial, "she chuckled.
"We are like a family," she added.
I started with her to the buffet.
"Goodbye." So great. My best friend was also Erik's friend. Igor also talked to him. All of our group. Grab like a family. Shit.
I ordered the burito, and Fifth Kebab in Arabic bread.
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After school I walked bored on the bus. I guess I'll start driving, I thought. My mom couldn't take me because she was doing overtime, and he was doing all day. Fantastic, right? Bus is the best way of transport. Especially in Tren. You coke, busy in the morning as if it were a nationwide evacuation. And, in addition, every third person brutally, blows, sneezes. And the best part was that once I decided (life decision) to do a good deed. Oh, really. And how did it turn out? I do not want to offend pensioners, but this really annoys me. If I don't give them a seat, they fool, and when I finally do it they say, "I already have a seat." Or something like that.
When I arrived at the bus stop, I sat down with a gentleman. It was neatly combed, all in black. Probably headed for the funeral. His chin was clean-shaven, and he could smell the scent of a hundred hunts. And guess what he had in his hands. Mobile! Modern grandfather. Or if you want - in grandpa. Gray grandfather with cell phone. Fun, right? And it wasn't just any phone. Touch! As I noticed, it was samsung. He smiled into his phone. Mrs. Granny probably wrote him. As I counted endless minutes of bus delays, Victor called me. I accepted the call as a race.
"Please, did I reach the Waffle Girl?" I didn't laugh. At that moment, my mood got up.
"Yes, that's just me," I replied, and how naturally I laughed.
"So I'm glad. I stand on the driveway and look at you. "I turned in a flash. And, as he mentioned, a pure white wolfswagen stood on the driveway, with Victor smiling. She shook her head with a smile, and I walked to the car. Victor asked me to get on. I got on. I wanted to fasten my belt, but Viktor cut me off - he kissed me. I rolled my eyes, but then I gave in. He knew what he was doing. And he did it pretty well. You pulled me closer. I closed my eyes, and plunged into the taste of his kiss. He tasted toothpaste. I could feel his tongue in my mouth. I did the same. You pulled me even more and kissed me more and more passionately. The kiss began to slide down on the nooks, and neck. I got cold chills. He had one hand on my cheek, and the other on his belt. I had my hands around his neck, and on my hair. After about three minutes we stopped. We both took fresh air. Victor grinned.
"Wow! You kiss a bomb! " he said happily. It's Erik. When we started our relationship, he taught me. I was just a freshman in high school. He was a sophomore, almost a third.
"You better," I said. He grinned confidently, and cut out his chest. Again!
"Thanks." I laughed. He took a phone from my jeans back pocket and stroked my ass.
"Hey!"
"I know. He tapped something on my phone and held it to his ear. I reached out my hands, but successfully angled. He held back a laugh.
"Have a nice day. By phone Victor Norovich. Your daughter goes to a football match. And don't be afraid of them in good hands. " He folded. I totally forgot about the match. Already today?
"What the ..." He put his finger on my lips.
"Are we going?"
"We are going."