After I take a long shower, brooding inside, I lie down on the bed and think. Thank goodness the girls are still at the pub. I can’t explain what just happened half an hour ago. I can't even explain it to myself. How did this happen? Did it truly happen?
I spend over an hour thinking about his blue eyes, his gorgeous mouth. Gee, how I want to kiss him. If he gave me one more sign that he wanted to be with me, I think I would have gone where he wanted and done what he wanted. And how could anyone possibly resist him? But I am not a bitch, and that's how he saw me, but it is not how I see myself. Though I am sad now. I want to hear his laugh again. Was he thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him? Neahhhh, he must have found another girl or maybe girls the moment I left his car.
With his stare clear in my mind, I fall asleep.
When I wake up, it is 11 a.m. I see that Valentina is in her bed, still sleeping. I am so tired and blank that I didn't even see them arrive late in the night.
I go into the kitchen and find Joanna sitting and drinking her coffee. I grab myself a cup as well.
“Good morning; how was the rest of the night?” I ask, curious about all that I must have missed, although nothing compares to what they missed.
“It was terrific! I danced a lot and got a cute guy. The Spaniards kiss well,” she says to me, laughing. “And you? How was the taxi?”
I frown, sort of remaining quiet, not knowing how to answer.
“Stop it, everyone at that party knew you and the player left together,” she tells me, rolling her eyes with jealousy, but I know she's playing games with me.
“Okay, okay, we left together. He brought me home. And that was it, nothing more to it!” I reply, a bit irritated. A part of me wanted to yield in, but then I remember him saying that silly sentence about not talking about us being together to anyone as though I am one of those gold-diggers.
“Wait, didn't you have sex with him?” she asks, her black eyeballs literally popping out from surprise.
“Of course not! You don't even seem to know me. Besides, I told him I'm not his late-night bitch. I was furious, so he brought me home. It's over,” I retort and take a sip of my coffee, trying not to make eye contact with her.
She looks at me as I mime a scarecrow.
“What? You are fucking lucky! Do you know how many women would kill you for hearing that?” she says, getting all cross-eyed with me. At that moment, Katrina enters the kitchen to join us.
“I don't care. Besides, we'll never see each other again,” I conclude, wondering why I feel as though acid is dripping from my mouth when I said that.
I finish drinking my last bit of coffee. I go to my notebook and read the websites that I usually go to. As always, he is once again in the news. Only for the first time, I get excited to read what is written.
Our hottest athlete in the world, Hunter Blanco, leaves the famous pub with a mysterious girl in Barcelona. They say that the mysterious girl is a Spanish American, and the two would have left the place earlier. Can you identify who the girl is in the picture? Text us on 1****9 to win amazing prizes!"
I view the picture, staring back at myself in disbelief. How do these people know? I scan the photos and see the tip of my head inside his Lamborghini! These bunch of jerks have the most advanced digital equipment to capture the miniscule of details with such precision!
Katrina looks at me and makes a "what's going on" expression. I show her the report.
“You motherfucker!” she says, laughing. Great, everything I need.
“That doesn't say anything. They're probably talking about the one after me. Imagine if he wasn't going to take advantage of his night out.” I shrug.
Of course, I know it is a lie. At least, the publication had details about where and how the photos taken were outside the pub’s gates.
I grab my notebook back from Katrina and send a quick email to my parents. I miss them already. With that, I notice that I don't know where my cellphone is. I look for it in every corner of the apartment and nothing. Perfect, just what I need to happen right now in my life! Great Selena, this award goes to the dumbest woman in the Guinness Book of World Records.
In the afternoon, I decide to go for a walk. Since I arrived here three days ago, I haven't stopped eating. How could I not when I was surrounded with such delicious food. When I get back home, I am gonna go to the gym with renewed vengeance, for sure.
I grab my iPod, put on my headphones and exit the house at a powerwalk. I listen to several songs, and in-between them, I think about Hunter and, more than once, his mouth, those gorgeous eyes…arghhh stop!
I pass by the popular area of the city where there are stalls and banners of the finest athletes; everything is related to football. This city doesn't know how to like anything else, does it? I see on a banner his face, his beautiful and muscular body. And what's under that shirt?
He is already one of the greatest stars in the team's history. Oh, how famous he is. At four of the stalls I pass, all of them have people wanting the shirt with his name on the back and his number, of course, lucky shirt number 9. Before, I had never seen what his number was, nor the extent of his fame.
I spend three hours walking and sight-seeing. I don’t even notice how it’s already after seven at night. But that's good. At least I have lost a little more weight. I make my way back home and eventually see the front of Valentina's building. After so much walking, I almost have a seizure.
The beaming Lamborghini is parked on the curb.
I am almost in tears. Life has a strange sense of humour. I stroll closer and see that the car is empty. Good. I enter the building and prefer to take the stairs rather than the elevator to recover from my little shock. I go into the apartment, calling out for the girls about the car downstairs.“Guys, I am about to tell you the silliest thing ever. Do you know who the black L…”I stop right in my tracks as I see the sight in front of me.Mr. Hot Wheels is sitting on the sofa in the living room, surrounded by my beautiful friends ogling at him as though they are about to eat him up. He sure looks like one hell of a delicacy to be devoured. I blink a few times just to make sure I am not imagining things. My knees buckle all of a sudden and I feel all soft and gooey inside.“Hi Selena,” he greets, getting up and coming my way to meet me.Oh my God!“Hi Hunter.” Saying his name out loud seems to be different from the voice in my mind. I want to sound indifferent, but I can’t; I am nervo
It takes me a few minutes to realise that he was not staying as I gulp softly “Are you leaving? Oh, that's right? You couldn't stand it.”He looks at me blankly as if I lambasted him.“You couldn't stand it when someone said no to you once in your life,” I bristle. “Then your good luck and my bad luck gives you a ridiculous excuse to fuck a girl.”Tears start escaping through the corner of my eyes. Seriously, I can't believe it. How stupid could I be!“I did not plan for this. I don't know what happened. I'm sorry,” he says, looking all sad, but I feel twice the pain.“Excuse me? Is that what you do with others?” I think to myself, that, seriously, he gives me the best orgasm I've had in my life, and he still apologizes to me? I get annoyed with my sincerity. “Leave soon before it gets worse,” I warn him as he states at me terrified.He walks for the front door in a hurry. I slam the door behind him and start crying again over a guy. Idiot!After that episode, I try not to think about
My Sunday is practically spent at home. I call my mom, talk to my dad and my brother. My mom says business is going well and that this summer they will finally be able to change cars. My family is not wealthy, but we live comfortably enough. I've never been able to overdo any excessive shopping sprees at the mall, but I could always have what I needed.I go to update my social networks. Now that I’m online, I’ll use it to distract myself from thinking about Hunter, hoping to get him off my mind.I first check my Facebook account. Everything ok, photos and comments, excellent. I use my cellphone to open up my Instagram. Same as usual, the usual people. Wow, some people are really living it up with their fancy vacations. One of my friends even got engaged, wow! I decide to close the digital box because it’s now getting depressing.With not much else to do, I head to the park. It is a super-hot day, and I don’t want to be holed up in an apartment, especially since I'm in Barcelona. I spr
The restaurant appears as a residential place; you enter the property to get to the house. It seems very discreet. The place has a beautiful entrance, full of greenery and flowers. Great, he told me how important it was to avoid paparazzi, gossip and all that.If on the outside it is beautiful, on the inside, it is pure craftsmanship. It is bright and white and looks a little rustic, quite different from what I've seen for an Italian restaurant. We sit down at our table, and the Maître soon comes and gives us the menu, but first, he greets Hunter in an overly exaggerated way.“Good evening, Miss,” he says, analyzing me.Does Hunter bring all of his girlfriend’s here? Is this fellow rating me on his huge list of girlfriends? I can understand his Spanish as he speaks with Hunter.“It’s always such a pleasure to see you, Sir, what a most beautiful girl you’ve given us the honour of serving,” he says. I smile, instantly turning red like a tomato.He praises me so much. Nobody has ever pra
“Why are you doing this?” I question. “Yes, it was great for me too, but so what? Are you going to tell me you liked it so much that you needed to go away and think better of it? Spare me comments like that.” I look out the window and watch the road.“You think so little of me. I haven't slept with anyone since I met you. After I dropped you off at home on the day we met, I went home to think about how polite and foul-mouthed you are at the same time and how you didn't do everything to get my attention, which by the way, doesn’t happen. God, why do you think so poorly of me?”“Because to me, you're the kind of guy who breaks the hearts of girls in love,” I say, looking into his eyes.His mouth drops as he concludes, “Someone has hurt you in the past, haven’t they?”I don’t expect him to be this analytical and rightly nail the reason I am so commitment-phobic.“Yes, they have done the damage already, and it was painful,” I reply as a little tear escapes my eye. He stays silent, waiting
“Hello,” I pick up, excited to know it is my mom calling.“Daughter, oh my love, Happy birthday—" my mother almost crying— “Ah, Donna...I'm missing you so much, my daughter. I'm sorry I didn't call before, but you know how things are here. I miss you; Mom and Dad love you. I have to be quick; the call is expensive, but wait for a few minutes, let me pass it on to your brother.”“Hi Lena, happy birthday,” my brother Miguel says cheerfully.“Oh, thank you, little brother. I miss you.”“I don’t.” He breaks into an annoying evil laugh but later says, “I miss you more. By the way, did you see the Barcelona game? Hunter Blanco paid tribute to you! I can’t believe it!” he says, laughing. Ah, Gu, you don't even know the truth in his words.“I heard something about it. Funny right?” I say, disguising my true emotion.“I read the papers, don’t lie to me. I love you, Lena. Dad is busy but he has passed on his wishes and apologised that he couldn’t talk,” he says.“I love you so much, Gu, see you
I wait for him downstairs, and soon, the black car pulls up. He gets out of the car, handsome as always, but he seems more charming today of all days. He is probably more than 1.70 meters, and I was 1.64. I need to wear high heels to see him at least.“Lamborghini then?” I smile sideways.“Someone belittled my Porsche. And look, it’s not just anyone who despises one of those!” he says, laughing. But I wonder if he's talking about women and before I can complete my thought I hear, “You look gorgeous, as always.” He opens the door for me. I get in the car and buckle up.I am wearing a short gold Gucci dress embroidered with stones, a matching purse and my nude heels. I got it from my mother for Christmas. I wanted this dress more than anything in the world.We travel to the same pub we met at. Tonight, it is Dri's show, and again there are paparazzi at the door. When we pass, I can’t see anything. So much flashing light was bursting from their big huge cameras.“No need to bend down or
“No, I'll stay here. Does any player know how to dance in this life?” He jokes that he is left footed. That is cute of him.Sophia and I walk down the stairs to the dance floor. Right now, I'm thanking my parents for my dance lessons. I have always liked dancing and could even move to incredibly fast rhythms. Sophia and I quickly hook up, and it feels as though we have similar wavelengths. I've never fit in so fast.People come and talk to me, asking me where I am from, what I am doing, until they ask me how long Hunter and I have been together. I understand right away why all these questions. They know I am with him. A few songs later, a choreographed songs begins, one I know by heart, as I had already taught it to my students.In the middle of the song, a circle opens on the dancefloor. Several people jump in and dance one at a time, until they push Sophia and me into the center. I am embarrassed because the dance steps require a certain sensuality but I am alone. Sophia and I dance