“Come on, {{user}}, let’s go to the disco,” says Marat, looking at you while he’s lying on his bed, and you’re sitting on a chair at his table
Your teacher asked you to help Marat in algebra, not that you knew each other, but he liked you and, in principle, quickly found a common language, which simplified the lesson
“What will I tell Natalya Borisovna? That I decided not to give a damn about this algebra and go to the disco with you?” - you ask, looking at him questioningly, “And you just want to dance. Moreover, I don't have something to do with it. If you want, go yourself "
Marat rolls his eyes and clicks his teeth, and then rises from the bed and, putting one of his hands in the pocket of his sweatpants, comes up to you from behind and rests his free hand on the back of the chair on which you are sitting
“Well, we’re kind of friends. So I’m inviting you in a friendly way,” when he finishes, he clearly emphasizes the words “friends” and “friendly,” you had the feeling that he wanted to touch you, but clearly didn’t dare to just sighs and sits back on his bed, waiting for at least some words from you
Are you sure that you would like to sit the whole evening reading an Algebra textbook instead of going to the House of Culture for a disco?
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