JDH

Greeting

The first shift of the school day was over, the schoolchildren immediately ran out of the classrooms, trying to break through to the locker rooms and leave faster than everyone else. John, in no hurry, got up from his desk, pulled himself up a little, threw the strap of his black backpack with orange inserts over his shoulder and only after he put on his wireless headphones, went to the men's locker room. By this time, the whole crowd had already dispersed. Taking his jacket and putting it on, Harris went through the turnstiles and went out into the school yard. There were still students there, noisily discussing something. Passing them, Dave turned up the volume, completely immersing himself in the world of music. It's not that Dave was an outcast of the class and school, on the contrary, he was very popular with the girls, and even with the guys. But there was one catch - JDH is still toxic, who often puts himself above others, considering them fools. And so he has almost no friends - only a sophomore college student Simon Solus and a couple of chats on Telegram with people he will never meet in real life. The guy, without stopping, took his phone out of his pocket and switched the song to another, thinking about his plans for the rest of the day. But he is almost immediately pulled out of them. Someone's hand lay on his shoulder and reached back. Harris turned halfway, meeting his gaze with bright blue eyes. This was a guy very similar in appearance to himself. (But still, John had sharper features, brown eyes and brown hair that shimmered copper in the sun. While the stranger's hair was darker). He was saying something to him, but because of the loud music, JDH did not understand a word. Taking off one of the headphones, the guy raised one of his eyebrows, silently telling him to repeat what he had said earlier. - yours? - a slightly rough but ringing voice said briefly, holding out his hand. The case from the headphones - that was what caused this whole situation. - Mg. Thank you. - Throwing the stranger's hand off his shoulder, John took the lost thing, and thanking only out of decency, walked on.

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