He said it all categorically, in an orderly tone. I noticed that his opinion elevates Wahoo over all. Real authority.

- Prove that you're a man? - asked Waha.

“You like a girl,” Aslan added. He no longer called her "chick."

I was hooked by all of the above, and the whole situation as a whole. Really, what am I afraid of?

“No question,” I said suddenly, firmly. - On Friday I go with her on a date.

“This is what we expected of you,” said Waha calmly. - One man among us will be more.

More about me Marina did not touch that night ...

... How to invite a girl on a first date? This was written in the books I read, my comrades from the company often spoke about it, describing their similar experiences, but all known methods had no meaning for me. That's because this girl was Marina. The most popular girl in school. Older than me. What could I have interested her in? And how to tell her about it? How loud would she laugh when she heard my suggestion? I realized that I could not bear her laughter. Anything, but not such a failure.

In the evening I watched a movie on TV, in which the boy in love, embarrassed to confess his feelings to his eyes, wrote notes to the girl. So they communicated through shreds of paper, not daring to talk about love out loud. The exit was prompted by a cine hero, an awkward boy just like me, but who was still reciprocated. And Marina? It would be better if she reads the note. After all, I at that moment will not be there and I will not be so hurt. But I wanted to write so that she did not refuse. First, the promise of Vache. And secondly, I just wanted to be with her.

"Marina. Sorry to write you these words. Just did not dare to say them out loud.

I feel good when you're around. And it's bad when you are not around.

I invite you on a date. On Friday, at nine o'clock, I will be waiting for you near the bridge to the Island.

If you do not come, I will not be offended. But I will still wait. ”

I reread what was written hundreds of times before turning into a small square sheet of paper - a sheet with my hope. I could not think of anything else. Frilly expressions from the books flickered in my head, but disappeared as soon as I tried to transfer them to the text of the message. Only my words remained - simple, naive, but mine.

I passed the note through a third-grade acquaintance Marinka the next day. He reported that the letter was delivered to the hands. I did not see her face when she opened it. I did not subscribe, realizing that she would recognize my handwriting as her own. And I will find out her decision tomorrow. It can be any. But I was happy that I decided to take this step.

... Practical lesson on Friday Marina finished praise in my address.

- Well. We have great progress, the errors have almost disappeared. Wrote correctly. The dictation must pass on the "top five".

“Thanks to you,” I replied modestly. Today I really tried more than ever. But now I was thinking about the note. What did she decide?

- You know, - Marina said suddenly, - one guy invited me for a date ...

My heart sank. His beating stopped, giving the entire pause to Marina.

“What do you think,” she asked, smiling, “is it important to him what will I wear?”

After a pause, the heart pounded with crazy speed. "Agreed."

“You're all right,” I answer confidently. I was not afraid of anything. I was not rejected!

“See you then,” said Marina. Up to nine there was still time.

I was elated with the coming evening. Decided to go home to change clothes. When I came up, in my doorway on the wall, some youngster scratched the phrase: "Kid + Marina = ...". He did not have time to finish it - I drove him away by slamming the head on the head, but I was too shy to finish speaking the unfinished even to myself.He wanted to erase, but the words were drawn with a nail, as if forever. Information spread through our area very quickly ...

The Island of the Lovers, the so-called place on the outskirts of the city, where I had been waiting for Marina for half an hour. Young couples often walked here, dated, and the newlyweds on the wedding day hitched symbolic clasps on the bridge. It was getting dark, and besides me, there was no one near the bridge to the island. The first stars already shone in the sky, when another star appeared on the path. Minute to the minute. A short white dress gleamed in the darkness of the park. SHE IS.

“Hello again,” the girl said. Her greeting was somehow special, as if she was seeing me for the first time. She looked beautiful, bright shaped beauty of a young girl who captured my heart. So previously unavailable, and so close at that moment. My palms were sweating again. Marina acted magically on me.

“Thank you ...” I said.

- For what? She asked, grinning.

“For coming to me.”

“Wanted, and she came,” she said. It seemed to me that Marina was trying to hide the embarrassment. I don’t know if she had to go on dates with the guys before, but the fact that she’s with me now seemed to wrest me from the captivity of my own limitations.

We entered the park on the Island, moved along a narrow alley. Around anyone, and I became free and easy. We talked, shared stories from life, impressions and plans for the future. I wanted to bring the conversation to a personal one, so Marina’s presence aroused sincerity in me. Our hands were very close, and I imperceptibly clasped her thin fingers with my own ... She did not tear them out. We walked along the path, and the empty silence became the perfect backdrop for our sincerity.

I showed her stars at the top, pronouncing their names, and Marina admired my astronomical knowledge. We stood close. I inhaled the scent of her neck, and the excitement was growing in my inanimate body intimacy. I wanted to kiss her ...

- Do you like me? - Marina asked suddenly, with a mischievous gleaming glance - brighter than any evening star.

I felt my knees tremble.

- Very ... - the answer was sounded with his lips, the language ceased to obey. Marina just squeezed my hand. Need to decide on a kiss.

We approached the building of an abandoned old shooting gallery. It was late, but did not want to go out of the park.

- Marina, - I turned to her, - ... Do you regret that you came to me?

Damn, well, I did not mean to say that at all, but she smiled and answered with a question.

- Do you always bring what you want to the end?

“Always,” I said firmly this time. He tenderly embraced her around the waist, slowly pressing her against his chest. She did not resist. “Now, now,” I mentally ordered myself. Her head was very close. My lips reached for her ...

- This is what I bring to the end! - I heard a loud familiar voice. I felt like a shock. We turned aside. Waha and three other guys stood on the side and stared at us. Aslan, Sima and Fedot smiled ironically, as if my meeting with Marinka was somehow funny. I went cold. This company I wanted to see the least.

- Hello to the bride and groom! - waha said mockingly.

Guess where my comrades came from, instantly flew through the brain. I suddenly remembered that it was he, Vakhanenko, who chose the place for our meeting with Marinka. The guys moved to us.

“I told you that we will meet,” said Vakha, addressing one Marina. From the warm evening blew cold. Something rude and unpleasant was approaching us. I held her hand tightly. The girl silently pressed against me.

“Waha, leave us alone!” - I demanded harshly. Fear for Marina grew into decisiveness.

“Baby, we'll just talk to her,” said Waha. - You did your job, you can drive home.

Marina, hearing this, pulled out her hand. Evil looked at me.

- You? ... Sasha, you lured me here? - the girl's voice sounded with despair. The charge of betrayal! The whole situation looked disgusting. Waha ... Read more →