TYRANTS AND TEMPTATIONS

The biggest headache was caused by the fact that, without exception, almost all new students - if they went to a new school, or even changed schools, had to stand up on command and introduce themselves a little bit, or if appropriate, tell a little bit about themselves in the future his classmates.

Gyula Réti recently entered the first grade of high school, but on the very first day she had to face the fact that she is not particularly liked, and almost no one wants to start a conversation with her. He looked like an average guy in a sweater, jeans, and a teenager, whose hormones are supposedly raging, and he has plenty of pimples and rashes, which mainly cover his average face almost everywhere. He had to keep quiet about certain confidential taboo topics, such as, for example, his budding sexuality. After all, it is not good at all if almost everyone talks about it, or if appropriate, everyone practices it. In any case, most hot-blooded, intense, hair-jelly guys found all their joy in kissing for a long time, and in order to grope and caress the girls, who also seemed to

However, Gyula Réti was carved from a different tree. His maternal grandmother raised him to know that no matter how stupid or idiotic the given girl may be, as a bachelor it is necessary to respect, respect and, if necessary, protect anyone who is in need or who is in trouble. Yes! But the watchful and caring grandmother often left out of her calculations what would happen if the girls in question wanted to take revenge on all the members of the male society in the form of determined, wild, warlike Amazons, and of course - needless to say - not the least they are in need of guardianship or support.

"Well…my sweet boy!" You have to solve that! said the grandmother's admonition in such a case.

The very first thing that struck him was that, as a newly enrolled high school student, the atmosphere in this educational institution was somewhat more free-spirited and liberal than, say, within its general rigid and conservative walls. Here, it was as if everyone was free to do whatever they wanted. The girls wore provocative, slobbering clothes that showed more of their suddenly developing, budding bodies than was appropriate at that age, while the boys preferred to dress as sleazy hippies or edgy rockers, who earned their place primarily with their bad behavior and deliberate brawling styles. against the displeasure and determined anger of the school management.

He was also very surprised by how openly some people dare to take on initial adolescent love and practice it several times a day. In most cases, this ranged from various caressing kisses to hot, long-lasting flirting habits.

Some of the more determined and resilient girls even boasted to him that he had already had his very first sexual experience, and it was true that it was dark when the boy took out his tool, but it still happened, and with that, it was as if they suddenly turned into adults. would be things that are initially considered naive and excessively childish.

As he walked to the somewhat gloomy, clean, rigidly shaped building of the high school, he was once again overcome by the tempting urge to leave the whole thing to hell and rather urgently show his back and skip this first day that had already begun.

The bustling crowd of people, like an anthill, almost swept him away completely unnoticed in one fell swoop. He has always said that the electronic access control system is a complete joke, because what happens if someone forgets his student card at home, the magnetic chip of which in principle opens the access gate? Or if, say, someone has lost their identity card and now, being ashamed, does not dare to tell anyone about it, because it is a very stupid and burning feeling for them?

In the end, he decided to eat hell. You've lost several at Mohács, haven't you?! He was walking in such slow motion, as if an invisible magnetic force was forcing him to go backwards rather than forwards. Finally, he barely made it to the electronic gate, where he was already greeted by two strict, dilapidated, fossil-like teachers whose job it was to check the students' proper documents and their intentions to enter. "My God, just like in kindergarten." - thought.

He had already prepared his own personalized student ID, thinking what could go wrong when he did everything according to the proper protocol and didn't have the image of a bad boy or criminal. How wrong he was.

When he got to the two worried-looking teachers, they looked at him as if he were another piece of dangerous waste or scum for society, whose every move screamed that he was only alive to troublemaking and fights.

"Just stop!" Student ID, please! said one of them, who was tall and bald, just like Kojak.

- Good morning! Here we go! - he greeted politely and tried to contribute in a friendly way, as a partner in this nerve-wracking procedure.

"Hey?" There in the back row! What the hell is going on there?! shouted the other vocational teacher with a beard and wearing a disgusting latte-colored coat, who later turned out to be also the deputy director, so not just anyone on the social ladder. "Get out of there, but quickly!" - he ordered, then immediately grabbed Réti's ID from the bald-faced teacher's hands and touched the small mini microchip to the electronic recognition system. However, the device is not indicated. The little beeping sound, which could have meant freedom and sure escape, especially for an adolescent boy struggling with a lack of self-confidence, just didn't want to work.

The bearded and the other stocky teacher looked at each other and then shook their heads vigorously. They couldn't understand why if someone had a valid student ID and apparently looked like a student, why wouldn't they be allowed in?

They whispered something confidentially to each other, until finally, in less than five minutes, the solution was born.

- What is your name? the bearded deputy director snarled at him somewhat more hostilely.

Gyula Réti's remaining courage was already gone, and he began to tremble and sweat, like a poplar leaf.

"Uh... sorry... uh... Réti... Gyula..." he moaned, as if he had been crucified on the spot.

The two old teachers looked at each other again, then took out the bald-faced attendance sheet and went through the names by name. Just to be safe. After all, they cannot let hostile or even rowdy elements disturb the strict and patina atmosphere of the educational institution. After all, it's about dignity and traditions.

"What name did you say?" - he asked again, but this time the bald Kojak.

"Gyula Réti..." he answered barely audible, and then at an unexpected moment his tears fell in an unfortunate way.

The two teachers - apparently - couldn't believe why a nearly one hundred and ninety centimeter, well-built, healthy-looking adolescent boy would start peeing for no reason, when it was just a simple routine procedure, nothing more. Once again they went off to discuss and suggest. Again, a good fifteen minutes passed before they reached the final result.

"I think this boy may have some serious mental problems..." the bald-faced one wisely opined.

- THE! the bearded man waved. "Don't think so!" Don't you see? It's all about who wants to play us! I think we should escort her up to the headmistress!

They went back to the adolescent boy, who was by now extremely bitter and lethargically sad.

"Well... we'll let you in now, but next time don't forget to validate your ID!" - said the bald teacher a little more kindly, while the bearded one nodded in agreement.

Sniffing, Réti already climbed up to one of the upper floors, where she had her class, and obligatorily joined the queue so that when the given teacher would arrive, an atmosphere of discipline could prevail. Most of his new classmates - at least - didn't even notice that he was in the class at the beginning. With the exception of the usual and typical spoiled brats who are inherent parts of almost every class community.

He noticed only one couple in love, who, almost completely oblivious to the world, entangled themselves in each other, paid tribute to the combined love passions of Cupid and Cupid, and so fiercely and greedily, they licked and besieged each other's lips, as if they were each other's benevolent, dreamy, romantic drowners who wanted to live together in the universe immortal beauties.

It was the girl with the exotic face and the solarium who noticed Gyula first. It stood out to him at first because, unlike his classmates, he possessed some deep, unknown wisdom that most teenagers only have in their twenties.

"Gergo!" Please! - he pushed away his rather surprised knight, who saw this as a minor act of impudence and was already offended.

"What the hell do you want now?" Am I doing something wrong? Or would you like to finally try it live?! �" he was loud and defiant, like a matador preparing to fight the bull to the death.

"Shut up!" Look at that guy! I think there is something wrong with him! He looks so... helpless and lost... - the young girl's first reaction was that, relying on her motherly instincts, she definitely wanted to comfort this eccentric guy, who somehow became sympathetic to her at first glance.

"What the hell are you doing with him?" Let's smear a little more, then we're looking forward to more boring hours anyway! - suggested Gerg�', then targeted her neck and began to kiss it from top to bottom.

"Leave me alone please!" - the girl pushed her friend away from her and went to Gyula without a word, who looked very sad and down.

- I'm sorry! Hey! Yes! You! I'm sorry, but I don't know your name! - he tried to talk to her.

"I'm Gyula..." he said. He tried to turn his face so that the complex compound of despair, bewilderment, and fear was not visible.

"Listen!" You don't have to play the tough guy for me! My name is Adrien! he held out his ashen hands and introduced himself.

Gyula did not dare to accept the offered hand for many minutes, because he immediately noticed that the guy with the gelled hair in the corner was watching their every move with murderous jealousy. Then he just gently squeezed it.

"Listen, if you have any problems, you can count on me!" �" the girl said this so kindly, directly and helpfully, and her voice was so melodious that Gyula didn't even want to believe that he would find understanding, helpful and kind people even in high school.

He didn't have to wait long, because a class community that is just beginning to form is like an ever-changing string of pearls, or a chain with tiny links, all links of which are inevitably connected to each other. Therefore, it is not surprising that Gyula was immediately surrounded by some comical, hard-headed guys, for whom it was an indescribable joy to have fun with others and to practice small-scale evils.

"Hey little buddy!" Well, what's the track? We thought we'd have a little chat with you to let you know you're not alone! �" a guy with dark blond hair, with a banjo over one eye, gelled to death, who wanted to present himself in a cool way, had already settled down next to him. Like someone who can do anything. He didn't waste precious time and already started having fun by taking both of Gyula's ears, which looked like baby elephants, and snapped them together with his fingers as if he was poking them. After that, the person already had the feeling that his ears were ringing, like a big bell.

"Well, what's up buddy?" Are your ears not ringing? - he laughed, then provocatively bit into his salami sandwich. "Blow!" What fraction of bread do you eat? - he immediately spat out the half-chewed piece of bread.

Gyula felt that the nerve thread hanging on her hair, which was meant to connect her vulnerability and sensitivity to the perceptible outside world, was breaking again. His eyes have already become veiled. He tried to encourage and console himself. He's just not going to let a little b*****d like that take him down and have fun with him whenever he thinks so?!

The moment the other guy turned away from him and was out of sight, Gyula immediately fled to the safety of the school toilets. There, at least he could comfortably eat the rest of the chocolate cake that his mother had packed for him in honor of his first day of high school, and which those scumbags didn't touch. Meanwhile, distorted memories, visions, confused, lost voices began to crowd in his constantly thinking mind. He still vividly remembered the sound of a broken rib when it begins to press on the lungs, but in such a way that eventually you can't even breathe.

"We'll catch you one day, you pathetic little worm! Make a good note of this!” - the voices in his head were getting closer and closer. However, he thought that when he became a private student, he left his past and his memories in another world, and they could no longer disturb him. But now he was wrong. They were very live and lively.

With the remaining chocolate chip cookies in her stomach, she looked into the mirror mounted on the dirty wall. The mirror was slightly scratched, and small or large cracks appeared along the scratches, which caused the human reflection to become distorted and take on grotesque shapes.

"You are a soft, pathetic, little prick!" �" this was written on his grotesque reflection. "According to your father, you have always been a cowardly rabbit unable to defend yourself!"

Now, for the first time, all the determined, vengeful sadness and bitterness of childhood that had been lurking deep within him cried and screamed. He cried bitterly, and now he didn't mind in the least if his new-baked trashy classmates found him. Finally, the signal bell brought him back to his senses, and he returned to the front of the classroom with tears in his eyes, where all the curious, prying eyes in the queue were looking at him alone.

In the math class, which promised to be another boredom, in the middle of the class, violent, shaking crying convulsions began to squeeze her. First, his stomach and then his whole body were gripped by panic-like terror, as if he were in a dark and lightless room with no way out. He wept silently, and no one, not even the math teacher with the pope's eyes, noticed that his crocodile tears made the pages of his large spiral notebook first sticky and then torn along the fractions and coordinate systems.

The math teacher quickly finished her rhyme, then immediately stormed out of the room as if she had more important things to do elsewhere. Most of the classmates did the same, only Gyula, Adrienn and Gerg�' remained in the room.

It was then that Adrienn saw that her new classmate's teary, red eyes probably revealed great pain. Gerg�' would have preferred to hold his beauty queen-looking girlfriend, but now - who knows why - he gave in instead.

"Guys!" What's wrong, hey? - she began to comfort him kindly, caressing his head, like a caring mother.

"Those scumbags during the holiday..." his angry desperation left no doubt for Adrienn that it was more than likely the scumbag guys from the back rows who love to screw up anyway.

"Don't pull on him!" Do not mind them! Are you taking a self defense course or something similar? he asked kindly.

- No, not really…

"The most important thing is that they don't see that you're a coward, that you immediately panicked, because then they'll think they've won!" Try to outsmart them! Gerg�' and I will help with everything! - he reached into his backpack, which looked much more like a fully equipped beauty salon than a real school bag, and handed over a clean, soft tissue.

"There you go!" Wipe your eyes! - he gently touched his lost, childish face with his hands. A stray, expressive tear accidentally caught on her fingertip and dripped down her finger, leaving a thin thread.