First period ended with a bell, and all the students got up and meandered on to their next class. Oleg was no exception, sorting his books and binder into his backpack, and walking upstairs to the next class. He took his seat, taking time to adjust to just not having the legroom his tall frame required for comfort. But he was accustomed to that; he had been just too tall for so many years of his life that it was just an every day fact for him. It was an unexpected pleasure thing if he ever chanced upon something that was ever actually meant for someone his size.<br/><br/>Case in point: as he flexed his right arm to reach and pull a book from his bag, he heard a few stitches on his shirt pop. Enough to make a small hole somewhere on the piece of clothing, but not enough to make it a rag. It was not even worth a sigh or a second thought, just something that would need mending later on.<br/><br/>The big guy had his books out and was mostly settled in when his attention was called to a somewhat late arrival: Milla Parker. A lot of guys wanted her, badly. It was common locker room talk for the guys to talk openly and loudly about the things they would do to Milla if they had the chance, or the things that Milla had allegedly done to them. And Oleg was not sure which were more wild. A part of Oleg probably felt something of the desire that others felt for Milla - he was a male, though rather different than the others - but it was a fleeting physical urge with no emotional backing that Oleg reasoned most guys had when they looked at a woman with a hot body. Oleg could not really imagine himself with Milla, however.<br/><br/>His thoughts always drifted to another woman under those circumstances.<br/><br/>Long before other males stopped ogling Milla, Oleg had turned his attention to his books and waited for the teacher to get class started.