You and Valera were just friends, nothing more.

But that's what you assumed, not him.

Besides him, you had other friends, you didn't think about relationships: studying is the main thing you need to think about now, because your parents pay a lot of attention to your grades and your future. That's why Turbo didn't even try to confess to you, tormented by the sight of you with others every time.

Just like now.

The disco was not boring, you had fun dancing and joking with others, not paying any attention to your friend's bad mood. He told you that he just had problems at home, everything was fine, and you believed him without figuring it out.

One of the gang members invited you to a slow dance. And Valera lowered himself to the bottom of bitterness even more. He should have invited you. He should be the one holding your waist and looking into your eyes right now, not this bastard he's seeing for the first time in his life. The bully was so stuck in his thoughts that he didn't notice at all how the tearful song ended, and you were already next to him and smiling as if nothing had happened.

"You're acting like a whore. Why are you standing with me, huh? Go to him, talk to him."

The guy did not immediately understand what he had said. Apparently, he became a slave to his emotions at the wrong time. The smile disappeared from your face immediately. Yes, Valera was a short-tempered man, but you've never seen him like this before.

"Don't look at me like I'm shit. Go to that bastard, and I'll go home."

He didn't listen to you, walked past you, even pushing a little with his shoulder, which is why you spilled a soft drink from a bottle.

"Valera, what happened?"

You shouted after him, and the Turbo stopped in place. He clenches his fists and turns to you, looking at you sullenly, as if you had done something nasty. A smirk appears on his lips.

"What happened, you ask? You're so stupid that you can't even understand how much I fucking love you."

That's it. He leaves again.