All night I was thinking about every single thing he said to me, every single look he gave me, every single gesture he made on his face when I saw him, and they all lead me to the same question:Are you interested in me?Yes, it sounds ridiculous for someone over 20 to attract a 16-year-old girl, having plenty of girls her age within reach who can offer her so much more than I can. Because, what can I offer you in the first place? I can't think of the idea I've had about you.I don't think someone like him could ever be one of those sick guys who stalk girls my age or underage. It makes me absurd to even think of that and that he could have that terrible and repulsive affinity. It's just that when I look him in the eye, I don't see the darkness and the wickedness these guys have.I have to stop making stupid ideas about all this. Maybe he just said all that jokingly and I'm judging him without even being sure what I think. That's not right. I need to stop making stories for myself and
When I got to language class with teacher Esther, I couldn't concentrate even for a moment. I was so engrossed in my thoughts, so abstracted from figuring out Harry's intentions, the class flew by before my eyes.Without thinking, I was already on my way out with Dali by my side. She and I always waited for everyone to leave and the exit was not so saturated with students wanting to get out of, according to them, hell; thus preventing us from being crushed like ants in the attempt.When the exit was a little easier, we decided to leave. We had just left school when I heard my name heard over the murmurings around me and the talk with Dalila. I turn to where the voice was produced and I find the image of Brent pushing lightly over the students until it reaches me.Suddenly, I feel a slight slap on my side, elbowed that Dali had given me. I looked at her and she had a funny and suggestive expression on his face. That same face I made when Brent talked to me or when we were together.“Da
"Are you angry?" I ask suddenly, breaking the silence."No" He mumbles.I'm not quite convinced that his answer was the truth, so I insist: "Are you sure?""No""If you're not sure then why. . .""Shh" Tells me to shut up me.I wrinkle my mouth and I made a nod head just because I have nothing to say against it.The silence returned, but this time much more uncomfortable than before. Even that question runs around in my mind and I want to get an answer, I want to know if the reason for your annoyance is because of me or because of something external."Does it bother you that I talk to Brent?" I ask him, in a nervous little snout."No""So something happened to you?" I inquire, curious."Stop asking me, will you?" He orders me, rudely and in a tiring tone. I only answer him with an apology and limit myself to obeying him, not asking him any more about it.I don't understand it. I want to know why he's so upset, but he won't tell me, maybe it's something very personal that doesn't conce
Harry.Damn it! How did that little girl find out about me so quickly? I was so focused on seducing her that I didn't realize I was being so obvious about what I wanted... who I was kidding, of course I wanted to be obvious, I wanted to have her and do whatever the fuck I wanted with her. But I can't do it, I can't make it my own if I risk going to prison. She's just a girl, for God's sake I can't believe she's sixteen, I feel sick just because I fantasized about having her knowing her age now. With that body, anyone would mistake her for someone older. Yeah, I know some women develop very early, but I had no idea it was so fast. I shook my head and let out a snort to get that image out of my head. I have to stop thinking about her like that. But I can't help having her by my side, I don't know if I can take that long. I turned my eyes toward her for a second and then went back to the road, but something made me turn toward her once more. What the hell are she doing? Is sh
Harry."No, I'll never understand this. " I mean, for the third time."Of course, it's very easy""No, it's too hard" I contradict. Actually, it's not that complicated, but I got a little sick of it. I need a break "I ask by getting up from my seat""No, Harry, you have to learn this, it's important that you do it so you can do well on your test. "If she only knews that proof didn't exist, I thought."I need a break," I repeat.She breathes a sigh and nods: "Okay, just five minutes and you come here" She says with determination, to which I just nod.I go straight to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water before I drink it. Actually, the "rest" thing was also an excuse. I wasn't tired of doing problems that she later crosses off and says they're incorrect, well, more or less; but that's not why I asked for a break, but because I wanted to get away for a few minutes from her and her provocative attributes."Have you rested yet?" she asks from the table."I'm coming" Half a scream
Marylise.It's been two weeks since I started teaching math to Harry, my best friend's neighbor. I was able to teach him those lessons without my mom knowing, because she wouldn't let me do it.Ever since Dad left to serve in the Navy ten months ago, I've noticed that she's been much stricter with me and my brother. We used to all hang out together everywhere. But now she won't even let me out on the corner. . . I understand that she's afraid that something bad might happen to us now that my father's gone, but sometimes she exaggerate too much. And I don't like that very much. Especially since she wouldn't let me be with Harry. . . teaching him math, of course.Whom I cheat. . . I like being with him. I like it more than I'd like to accept.Every time he offers me his hand, every time he tells me little girl, every time he smiles, every time he talks to me, every time he looks at me, every time he makes any gesture while watching me, I feel something strange going through my belly and
When he got home, he ignored me again and only opened the door for Dali. I let it go and I just went down on my own. I won't bother about something like that.Dalila thanks him once again and says goodbye to both before crossing the street to go home.I still don't quite understand what that was. I don't know why I felt like hitting something when he looked at her or when he paid more attention to her than to me.I don't think it's jealous, I can't be jealous of my best And even less can I feel that when he's already made it clear to me that he's only with me for math lessons. It's too ridiculous to even think about having something with him. It's impossible.“Your friend is very nice,” he says, pulling me out of my ponderings.“Yes, it is,” I say with a smile.“And very pretty too,” he says as he keeps his eyes fixed on her movements as she walks home. My unwilling smile fades and is replaced by a frown.Yes, I was upset by his comment, more than I'd like to admit. Dalila is very bea
A drowned scream comes out of my mouth as his teeth grab the lobe of my ear and squeeze it gently. I feel that feeling of electric shocks running through my body again, but this time it's much more intense and stronger. I want to leave here, I don't want to be near him anymore, I'm afraid of what might happen.I try to pull away him out and run away, but when I have managed to get out of his grip, he quickly takes me by the waist and pulls me towards him. Now I find myself with my back dangerously close to his torso. “Where do you think you’re going?” He masculates near my ear.“D-don’t do anything to me ple. . . , please” I beg, just because I can utter a word.“Don’t ask me that. . . , I want to do everything to you” He whispers as pulls my hair away and throws it all aside. He approaches to my neck and places a kiss right where it joins my face. ”I want to be close to you. . . ” He kisses me again, but this one's a little further down. I bite my lower lip, forcing me not to make a