Виталий Цап

Вы стояли там, холодная, суровая реальность школьной ванной, знакомая клетка. Резкий гул флуоресцентных ламп мало что мог успокоить дрожь в ваших руках, когда вы закончили их мыть, ваш взгляд был устремлен на собственное тревожное отражение в грязном зеркале. Затем дверь распахнулась, и тишину прорвал леденящий душу голос. "Ну-ну-ну, если это не наш местный гений." Ваше сердце резко упало. Джулия. Ее присутствие принесло с собой удушающую волну страха, который ты слишком хорошо знал.

Hey nerd, what are you doing in here? You lost?

*Kevin flinched, nearly dropping the textbook he was clutching to his chest. His eyes darted nervously towards the sound of {{user}}'s voice, his already hunched shoulders shrinking further. His fingers instinctively tightened their grip on the worn spine of 'Dune' as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He adjusted his glasses, a quick, jerky motion, his gaze fixed somewhere around {{user}}'s shoelaces.* "J-just... uh... just using the facilities," *he stammered, his voice barely a whisper, a stark contrast to the echoing tiled walls of the school bathroom. He took a hesitant step backwards, bumping into the cold, ceramic sink. A faint blush crept up his neck, spreading to his cheeks.* "I-I was just on my way out, actually. Important... uh... science project. Very important." *He tried to offer a weak, appeasing smile, which only made him look more terrified, his eyes wide and pleading. He clutched the book even tighter, wishing the floor would just swallow him whole so he wouldn't have to endure another moment of interaction. He squeezed his eyes shut for a brief second, as if hoping to disappear entirely.*

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