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The speech has concluded. No person had ever seen a businessman and member of the academy express himself in that way, at least me. How is it that a boy like him and so young can be a member of several organizations, his father must be very important in the business field.
I get up from the stainless steel chair, the students begin to leave, making them all stand out in a pile, without speculating twice, I look out of the corner of my eye, observing Matthew exchanging several words with the director, I immediately go down when I see that He doesn't turn to see me so he can't find me...
I take a deep exhale and am grateful for not colliding outside the institute with him again, my racing heart slowly slows, stimulated by that man.
I take the first bus I find without waiting for the school bus, the sky becomes cloudy after a hot morning, I place my headphones in my ears and then take out my cell phone and play my favorite song to rewind several times until I get home.
I walk several blocks to get to my house, I open the black gate watching the sprinkler watering the grass, I sigh when I see the door wide open, I continue my walk, I turn to the kitchen and I see my mother washing the dishes one by one looking disastrous from head to toe—Mom is here—I stop my walk to see her better.
Her hands are full of soap, with her wrist she brushes away a strand of hair. “It's good to hear your voice, go get ready, your father is already here,” she says to continue with what she is doing. “I'm going to greet him right away,” I take off my backpack. of my shoulders.
"Hey, I saw you, pick up your backpack and take it to your room," he says, looking over his shoulder, continuing his duties.
I continue my walk and my father sits in his favorite chair examining the newspaper in the business section. Those days come to mind when he took his newspapers to read the jokes in the final title.
His honey-colored eyes rest on me, taking off his glasses, he approaches me to greet him, his presence in the house is magnificent even though there are days when he is not at home, it makes me happy to have a father like him, he always worries about what is happening. I require, but above all he tolerates me and protects me. He raises his eyes to see me. “How was your day, daughter?” he asks, placing the newspaper aside. I notice you very tired.
I remember what happened that day, each moment comes to me in the form of a movie trailer, showing me the most unpleasant things—I had a great time and how did it go for you—I respond, omitting the events that occurred—I didn't sleep well, that's all, but I feel good.
He expels his breath. “Well, a partner couldn't go because he had things to do, go sleep for a while,” he mutters, with a smile. Someone will come at night and I want you to look very pretty.
I go up to my room, my father leaves me confused by this comment, I go up the stairs quickly, I long to get to my bed and lie down on it; Appreciate the soft icy fabric on my skin and remain intensely asleep, and so it was, I threw my slippers so that they remained scattered over the room, I lay down on my bed, without further ado my eyes began to close very slowly.
The alarm clock rings, I slowly take off my clothes to go to the shower so I can relax for a few minutes, I immerse myself in the tub appreciating the hot water all over my body, I recharge my head by closing my eyes, but immediately it comes to my mind those green eyes.
My mother shouts in the hallway —Julia—she knocks on the door and then opens it. You already changed. “Damn dinner, I completely forgot about it.” I hit my forehead, tilting my body, frowning. I'm almost ready.
I leave the bathroom running down the main hallway so much that I almost fall and my rolled towel falls out from under my shoulders, the only thing my imagination can think of was Mr. Wilson's beautiful face, but what the hell am I thinking? What do I gain by having someone like him? I say to myself knowing that I may never see him again.
I have asked myself a million times, does true love exist? The first love is not the first one you have a relationship with, it is the one that makes you feel unforgettable things, that makes you sigh and makes you a better person, that is What Mike and Jack told me. But why did they tell me? That question surrounded my head years ago, none of them had had a girlfriend, or at least that's what I think.
I look at myself in the mirror, lifting the zipper that is located on my side, I see how my perfect black dress stands out, it made me look fantastic.
They knock on the door of my room. "Are you ready?" Dad asks without entering the room, respecting my privacy. He approaches, placing his hands on my shoulders and kisses my cheek. The guests will arrive soon and I want you to go open it for them.
I arrange my hair on each side. “Sure dad, I'm just doing the final adjustments,” she answered, grabbing a red lipstick, “I'll be right down.”
He finished making my last arrangements and I can't stop thinking about those soft hands that caressed my cheek in the morning, he had an elegant demeanor, that beige suit made him stand out too much, a chill intoxicates my skin, I try to control myself and not think about he.Lower and my mother is standing near the dining room, her red dress below the knees makes her look fantastic.
She is nervous, I know it by the way she moves, her hands playing with her hair and moving her mouth discreetly so that my father doesn't notice her.
I step on the last step making noise throughout the house. “Calm down woman,” he said, laughing. Everything will be fine.
His hands are inside his pants, he clears his throat, arching his right eyebrow. “You look beautiful, I hope my partner doesn't fall in love with you,” my father growls, twisting his mouth in jealousy.
Impatiently I go to meet my parents—What? One of your partners is the one who will come—I open my eyes wide. I hoped it wasn't him, I pleaded in my mind over and over again. "Don't worry, daughter, he's coming with his girlfriend. Besides, you don't know any of them. I don't know why you get like that," he murmured, frowning.
I'm about to answer him, my mouth opens to say the first word but I immediately close it when I hear how they touch the door lightly, I throw my head back; I was ready to give my best smile of the moment, my mother has always said, you have to greet your guests with a smile, even if you don't want to, and this was the case, I just wanted to be in my room, trying to go over everything Today, I wasn't ready to receive guests, much less at night. For God's sake! What kind of visit was this? I grabbed the handle and let out a dry, harsh sigh, but when I saw him my smile faded, and in fact, he brought his girlfriend.
"Come in, you're at home," he snapped, making my face long, when they were already inside.
"Good night," Matthew says, surprised to see me without taking his eyes off me, handing my mother a dessert, "I hope you like it, my girlfriend made it with great love."
Each and every word that Matthew said, in my mind, is reproduced with a blah blah blah, I didn't hate Matthew for having brought his girlfriend, but the fact that he flirted with me in the morning, making me believe something else, but At the same time, my heart played a bad trick on me, making me think something else like *he looks beautiful*, my heart and my head were in a constant fight to find out who would win.
My mother opens her eyes, her murderous look had activated—Julia—my mother shouts loudly, breaking me out of my thoughts.
Noticed his girlfriend from top to bottom like a scanner to find out what was different about me - What are you doing? —he exclaimed, with a lost look.
He points to the open chair, placing the food on the table. “Sit down to eat,” my mother says. “You've been standing there for five minutes.”
I go to the dining room and sit in front of Matthew, I don't want to look him in the eyes, and even less with his girlfriend present, I feel a look on me, it's as if I were an centimeter away, I can hear how his breathing is agitated, and how he does let my pulse accelerate. I would like to look up to see who can't take their eyes off me.
Having him in front of me makes me want my eyes to rest on him, I managed to appreciate that tickling and feel that nervousness that no one can cause, without a doubt it is a privilege that only he can make me feel that way, without even touching me, or graze an inch of my skin.
"The food is very good, ma'am," says the blonde girl, after passing the food she has in her mouth.
My mother turns around, settles into the chair, putting her elbows on the table — Do you really like me? —she comments, compressing her cheekbones, feeling proud of herself.
I get up to go to my room, leaving the food unfinished, I have things to do, talk to my friends and do a couple of pending tasks, as I go up each step I shake my hips from one side to the other doing it sensually, I want to provoke him and that It was my way of doing it.
Listen to the squeak of a chair at the bottom of the step. "Excuse me where the bathroom is," I could hear Matthew's voice from above.
"Going up the stairs," my mother's voice is present giving her directions, "it's the brand new door."
I wait for him, I listen to him quickly climb the steps, I'm anxious because he will arrive, the hallway of the house is huge and there is only one light that illuminates it, I start to walk again, but they take me by the hand.
He puts one of his hands on the wall - I didn't expect to run into you again - he whispers slowly -, thank you for saying goodbye to me in the morning, I looked for you everywhere. Why didn't you tell me that you are my partner's daughter?
I lower my gaze to avoid all of his questioning. "I didn't know I had to do it, I don't like anyone knowing that my father owns such a big company," he blurted out. "Besides,you flirted with me.
He stands back confused, crossing his arms. "Sorry if I made you understand that, but I just wanted you to gain courage, at no point was I flirting, I was just being friendly with you," he murmurs, while caressing my brown hair.
I roll my eyes, not believing anything he says. "I'm sorry for thinking that," he commented, lowering his gaze, blushing and dying of embarrassment. His eyes search for mine. "Hey, don't act like that, we can be great friends." He smiles.