Chapter 2
1090 Words
I'm eighteen and I feel like I'm forty. Tonight is the evening of my wishes.
I sing along with the crowd the words of a popular pop song that is screaming from the speakers. Today I am not the grey mouse that everyone knows me.
Today, the mouse has turned into a beautiful girl and attracts the views of others. Therefore, I move even more relaxed, even more seductive, and even more energetic. Wow, I got tired of dancing like that. And how does everyone here dance all night?
I want to drink. There was no water or juice left at our table, so we had to go to the bar and order some water there.
I stagger a little, but by some miracle, I manage to walk straight and not even fall. I almost reach the bar, but some guy elbows me in the back. I do not keep my balance and fall on a passing guy.
Gotta give credit to this guy. He reacted quickly. Don't let me fly my nose down. He has such strong hands. Swinging, probably in the gym. "Sorry. I did not want. Sorry." I mumble my apologies and lift my head up to the face of my saviour.
Oh my God! This is Oleg himself. That's a shame. Not so effectively I wanted to approach him.
“It's okay, beauty. Where is your boyfriend? It is dangerous for such a beauty to walk among a drunken and inadequate crowd of students."
“It just so happened that I’m here alone,” I answer him shyly and somehow, by the way, tuck my hair behind my ear. I open my bare neck and décolleté. I see that Titov followed my movements with his eyes. And he stopped at that very prominent hollow on his chest.
“Maybe we can drink something to get to know each other?”
"We didn't get to know each other."
“Here’s a chance to get to know each other," Oleg orders us a cocktail to his taste. Meanwhile, I eagerly examine it from such a close distance.
It's even prettier than in the photos. That white polo suits him so well. And dark jeans accentuate his trained ass. God! What am I even thinking about? Just at that moment, Titov turns to face me and serves a cocktail.
"By the way, my name is Oleg."
"I know who you are. It's a student party, we all go to the same university. My name is Yana."
"Is that how? And why didn't I meet you in the open spaces of our university, Yana?" Titov playfully narrows his eyes and tilts his head to the side. Scanning, probably, or trying to remember if we met.
I shrug my shoulders vaguely and grab the straw protruding from my cocktail with my lips. “What else do you know about me, Yana?” Oleg is also closely following my movements.
I decide not to give out the entire list of facts I know about him and not to reveal the truth that I am his fan. So I'm just talking about the well-known facts:" I know that you are the centre forward in the university football team, you are popular and you have a girlfriend."
"Correction. There was a girl."
"And why did you break up?" The question comes out of my mouth faster than I can think. "If it is not a secret."
"There is no secret. She chose to pursue a career in dance and left for China. And I'm staying here. Something like this."
"Sounds bad."
We chat with Oleg for some time, and drink cocktails. We even danced a few times. He pressed me to him, saying some compliments in my ear. They kissed a couple of times, circling in the twilight.
A friend saw it all this time, but did not fit. Only occasionally, and when she caught my eye on herself, did she give me a thumbs up (“class”) with both hands.
With every minute spent next to Oleg, I melted like ice cream in the sun. There was only one thought in my head - this is definitely the best day of my life. I'm in a nice outfit. Oleg is next to me. We are together tonight.
I wanted to confess to Oleg that never before. But behind his kisses, behind the growing wave of pleasure, I discarded this thought as unnecessary. I could not even imagine that today I would be with the most popular guy at the university, with the handsome Oleg Titov, whom I have been in love with for the last couple of years.
But, as in any fairy tale, there comes a time when the carriage turns into a pumpkin at midnight. This happened to me as well.
An hour later, Oleg just fell asleep. And I lay next to him and thought about what had happened and how happy I was next to him. Here is a sleeping Oleg. And there is me. What to do next?
Stay close until the morning? Or is it better to leave? It seems that he did not understand anything or understood, but did not betray this significance. The heart gradually slows down its frantic rhythm, breathing evens out, and the brain normalizes its work.
The decisive drop for the decision was the words of Oleg, uttered in a dream: "Katya, come here to me."
It was as if I had been thrown into the middle of a deep lake, and I don't know how to swim. I am drowning. I'm suffocating. What have I done? I spent time with Oleg, and he thinks about something else.
It took me about three minutes to find my clothes, bag, shoes, get dressed and leave this room forever. This is how stupid girlish fantasies are broken. The guy just removed the physical hunger, and I believed that he liked it.
Here is your freedom, Yana. A lesson for life. Yes, but this is not all the tests on my young head. But I will learn about this much later.
Eight years later
"Yes, Mom," I took the cake from the confectioner. "And yes, I'm on my way to fetch Tim. Everything's under control. At three o'clock we meet at the entertainment complex. That's it, I'm driving, it's not convenient for me to talk. Let's. I turn off and exhale."
I am twenty-six. I am an adult woman, I live separately from my parents, I work, and I drive a car.
- Writer
