When you get your first kiss in life and you do not know the girl who gave it, imagination can tell any of her name. A light touch of girlish lips, and you, who have not been kissed before, puzzle over who they are - these wet, warm lips belong to. You'd be surprised how this is possible, but life creates many more mysteries before the boys than this one. Only need to be ready to solve them. I had to grow up and be a step away from the abyss in order to want to find the answer ...

... I appeared in the schoolyard when the fun was in full swing. Dog barking, painful and dreary, proclaimed that nothing good was happening. Our school doggy Button, a favorite of girls, was rushing around the yard with a bunch of tin cans attached to the tail. Wild, nerving sounds of iron and animal pain. Wild antics. The guys from my class came up with this fun, laughed as if they were kicking, and they threw stones at the Button so that it would rush and not stand still. Is it really impossible at the age of fourteen to come up with more serious fun than torturing a weak animal? With such correct thoughts, this picture appeared to me. My heart sank at what he saw bullying, but not with me alone. Girls ran out of class and loudly demanded that the boys stop. None of the teachers, unfortunately, was not in the yard.

- Well, enough! - shouted Polinka Ershov, trying to knock out a stone from the hands of Stas, instigators and school hooligan. He dodged, and launched a stone at the button, this time, hitting right in the head. The dog screamed, and Stas grabbed Polina's waving hand. Lena, Olya, Tanya and several other girls tried to stop this outrage, appealed to the conscience of the boys and in every way frightened them. But that was exactly do not care. I threw the bag aside and ran to the Button. She seemed to feel her salvation in me, she climbed into her arms and pressed herself, putting her head into my chest, while I hastily untied the cans. Out of the corner of my eye I notice how the boys froze and Stas frowned.

In this class, I remained “new”, although I had been studying it for six months. He was such a “black sheep”, a guy “not their circle”. I did not become friends with classmates, interests and principles turned out to be too different. I have already given up on the fact that in the class the boys do not favor me. A little thin, I was known as a “bookworm”, a wise person, and could not use his authority among classmates - unlike Stas. I obviously ruined his game with my antics. I hear in my address approving shouts of girls and I see Stas approaching me. It will begin now. I release the Button, I read its grateful and encouraging dogish look. Run, baby, and stay away from them! The button, wagging its tail, hid in its booth, and I rose from my knees. He was standing beside him and staring menacingly at me. As usual, patronize. Healthy shit, this Stas.

“Hey,“ Twig, ”he called me a derivative from my last name. - Did someone ask you to break the buzz?

- And for you there is no other buzz? - in response, trying as calmly as possible, I ask. I feel my knees shaking. I do not have to show everyone my fear. I know that Stas will not miss a chance to push me or even drop me into place. Sweat palms ...

- I have always said that you, “Bitches,” are a jerk, - announces Stas. - You will not be hurt if you are now in front of us, boys, ask for forgiveness for this bummer. And on my knees!

Oh, that's how it is. You don't want anything else?

- Yes, you were stunned, Stas? - I hear the angry voice of Lenka Pavlova. Very pretty, this Lena. - Now we will call the “cool” one, let him deal with you.

- Leave Sasha alone. He did the right thing - the other girls stand up for me. The situation is heating up, even fat Tanka stopped chewing her pie. She constantly chewed pies, because of what she was called.My classmates ran up and tried to surround me, but Stas and the guys did not let them do it, pushing aside.

- So what? - Stas asks terribly, blocking me from the girls. - Come on your knees, "Mote"!

I really want this bastard to put me on my knees. For the fact that I do not look like those who fawn on him, and of course, because he does not look like him.

“Fuck you,” I reply, boldly and contemptuously. Some muddle humiliates me, and even before the girls. The fear vanished, anger and something else came to replace him. Men's ambitions, so I appreciated it later. I squeeze my palms, but I don’t have time, Stas, trained in fights, pounding my fist on the jaw with a sweep. The ringing sounds in my ears, and I fall backwards on the asphalt ...

Stas and the company quickly left, and the girls helped me to my feet and sympathetically began to heal my injury. Polina grabbed a handkerchief stretched out by Tanya and put it to her cracked lip. I catch myself thinking that in all the disgustingness of the picture it is pleasant when the most beautiful girl in the class, Polina Ershova, is caring for you. A gust of wind threw her loose hair over my shoulders, and wide-open blue eyes looked into my face while she gently wiped drops of blood from her lips. No power of the kulaks would have helped some Stas to get the same from her, the guys could only dream of Polina’s attention. Lena shakes yard dust off my back. I hear comforting and soothing words.

- You still give him change, - says Polina.

- Well done, not scared, - adds Lena. It is embarrassing at heart that it has become a center of sympathy for girls. I saved their favorite Button, but I know that with all my essence, like her, I cause only pity. I am weaker than Stas, and not only him. And I understand that after this incident the boys will prove it again. And THIS - not long in coming.

On Friday, in the locker room, after a physical education class, when everyone started to change clothes, Stas suddenly made a signal with a hand, and several classmates from among his “suite” flew up to me. I did not even come to my senses when they grabbed my hands and twisted them behind my back. The rest of the guys pretended nothing was happening. Stas in the class were afraid of everything.

- So-so, - voiced the grinning Stas. - Well, Babski favorite, it's time you visit your girlfriends.

This goon laughed, and laughter was picked up by his accomplices. I will never forget that ill-fated day. Even Dimka, the only one with whom I spoke in class, looked down and turned away from the wall.

- And now bring him "in order", guys, - Stas commanded. The further reprisals against me were abominable. I was pulled off the shirt, and then, with one jerk - sports pants, and I was naked. Bullying peers crossed the conceivable line. I struggled, but to no avail. They pulled me out of the men's dressing room and dragged me to the adjacent women's room, where our girls were changing at the time after the lesson. Stas knocked with gracious courtesy, the girl’s voice replied that he was not locked, he pushed openly at the door, and I, like a soccer ball, were rolled into a girl’s room under a boy’s laughter and a woman’s scream. Naked and humiliated. The door behind me slammed shut.

In a split second, the girls understood what had happened. I, as I can, try to hide behind palms. Classmates gasped and themselves grabbed their clothes, covering the half-naked body.

- Girls, he is ashamed, turn away! - I hear the command of Lenka. Himself out of the corner of my eye I see how she manages to cover her naked girl's breasts.

It did not become known which of them turned out the light at that moment. In that locker room, where, unlike the man’s, there were no windows, it became dark, as in a pit. I see nothing, only the silhouettes are barely noticeable and the smell of the girls' bodies is concentrated. For the first time in my life this smell is so close, it hits my nostrils, and the only bad thing is that I breathe it in such a shameful story for myself. I freeze, trying to figure out what to do, and suddenly I feel - with my body, not with my eyes, like a girl's figure turns out next to me. I do not see who it is, but I fix its closeness with me closely.Her hands fall on my shoulders, and suddenly I feel a wet, wet touch of my lips that are dry from stress. Easy pleasant tickling. Gentle warm clash, ...