She sighs in frustration.She stops talking, as the elevator stops at our floor. I'm glad to know that the elevator we were in was alone, as I would have had the embarrassment of the century. He takes the room key, opens the door and we step inside.I don't know why I feel like the lecture about why I helped her elope and went with her is going to cost me the scolding of my life.My mother leaves me in the living room, while she goes to the minibar in the room and pours herself a drink. Then she turns to me, sits down across from me and says a few words that left me petrified."Did you take care of yourself while you were with that cute boy?" she says as her eyebrows go up and down enthusiastically."Mom!" I scream at her comment."Calm down. It's not for you to act like this, you're a teenager at the height of your hormonal peak and the truth is I don't blame you if it's with that hottie that you lose your virginity to. I'm just asking you to take care of yourself, as it's better to

The man stares at me with his unfriendly face. While I struggle to get my body to start moving. Which, now, is mission impossible - like everything about me.His strong gaze, his large stature, his notoriously shapely body and that gun showing in the waistband of his pants. They make my body refuse to move.'Are we in time to beg for mercy?' a fearful conscience asks me."Who are you?" he asks and his voice alone makes me shudder.Could it be that I've become one from fright?I don't know, but I think I need a bath. With urgency.I don't answer."I come back and ask you who are you?" he asks angrily."I-I am.""Are you there Vlad?" they ask and immediately the giant replies "Yes, sir" without taking his eyes off me."What was that sound?" again says a male voice I don't recognize. I don't even know where it came from.Yes, I made a lot of noise when I came in. But, hey, understand me I'm almost lame. I'm not at 100% of my abilities so getting through that little hidden door. It's quit

"What do you have planned?" asks Mr. Priston, our group teacher when he sees that all of his students are in the classroom. That's not normal.No one responds, as expected. Everyone has their own concerns. Several months have already passed since the beginning of the school year, so the exams are too close - for those who apply themselves -; the soccer, tennis and basketball championships, as well as the photography, singing, music and dance championships.In Russia, in order to get into a good university, it is not only about having excellent grades -the competition is very strong-, it is also important to accumulate points during your school stay, which are obtained in championships approved to provide them. The good thing is that these competitions are not only about intelligence in a specific subject such as mathematics, physics, chemistry, English, etc..They take into account the clubs that are found in the institutions, which range from painting, photography, dance and singing

The next day.Aninka and I find ourselves leaving the school. She walks beside me entwining my left arm with hers.She is so excited it's pouring out of her pores. Many times I had come up with a thousand ways to get out of this arranged marriage, but nothing I did worked."I'm counting down the minutes until I can take action" she smiles "With your great idea, not only will I be able to get out of that failed marriage, but I'll be able to too" she says and then jumps up and down in front of me. I'll act like a spy," he says and then jumps in front of me.Ah, those were spy moves.I cover my face in embarrassment as I notice how the exiting students stare at us in amusement. It's an embarrassment what I'm going through.I pull Aninka, to prevent her from continuing with her madness. But I don't even take two steps with her when someone pulls hard on my free arm."What the...!" I leave the word in the air when I see who was the person who pulls me "And now what do you want Daniel?" I a

How the fuck am I here? No, I know how I am. I change my question. How do I get out of all this trouble that I shouldn't be involved in? Anyway. I'm already in it, I can't get out of it that easy.I walk through the gates of the Bogdanov house, with Stephen holding my hand and Aninka behind us."Father, we're here.""I'm in the living room, my son."We walked toward it. Finding in it the gentleman I had previously bumped into when I burst in. I lower my gaze at once.I'm sure I'm blushing to the core. Trying to be reckless is one thing, but getting caught red-handed and running into him is another matter."Go ahead, little girl. Don't be embarrassed. We've met before and I know you're not a bad girl. Besides, judging from what I see, you're not only my daughter's friend, but my son's girlfriend. Therefore, you're family."He raised his head immediately paling."That's not it" I say letting go of the hand Esteban was holding, to deny with both of them such a statement.Esteban's father