IV

4

Today is Wednesday, however…

After what had happened yesterday with Ander, Vianca felt that everything was already solved; That is to say, everything had gone well with him, they had even kissed each other, so then the best thing would be to devote herself to this boy. She thought that perhaps Ander would be the right one to have her great desired sexual act.

Although she really shouldn’t settle for a kiss, plus she didn’t even know how she would go with the others, but Vianca was desperate. Without thinking about what should be the most important thing, she wanted only to find a way to please herself, as if it were an addiction to something she had never tried. Simply put, she wanted sex already, so, if she had the chance with the sportsman, why go on with the rest of the list?

With that thought in mind she was disposed to get Ander. She had held out the first two classes in desperation, yearning to be free at once – at least the 20 minutes of recess – and look for him to continue what she started yesterday.

As soon as the bell was heard to start the break, she even said goodbye to Alex as she was crossing the door threshold. She was willing to run for her boy until one hand took her by the elbow. A soft but firm grip.

She was annoyed sighing and prepared to turn around with a frown.

“Alex, I told you I’ll be with my boy, don’t stop me…” she swallowed. “President”

“your boy?” The blond with golden reflexes let her go. “You surprise me, Vianca, two days ago you were trying something with me and now you have another victim.” his tone was funny and accusatory at the same time.

Her body was filled with a wave of nerves. This feeling was due to the fact that she had not talked to him since what happened, and that right now, now that she wanted to continue with what she had started yesterday, her President found out about the other boy, it was a problem.

“Vi…victim?” she hesitated. “Why do you use the word victim?” more than anything else, she felt offended.

“Oh, sure, don’t you remember? Or am I the only one you’ve locked up in a room?”

Oh.

“I am sorry…” but she would rather apologize, even if she did not really feel it, for she could lock him up if possible. And keep him to herself.

“Why do you apologize?” he shook his head. “Anybody had never pushed me like that and locked me in a dark place like that, less a girl, it was exciting!” confessed, a curvilinear formed in his lips.

Okay, Vianca didn’t know what to say, but one thing was for sure, she was liking this conversation.

“Mmh…” She looked the other way. “Do you think so?”

“Yeah, it was... Interesting,” said Julian, looking at her, “and all for… what did you exactly plan locking me there?”

Very good question.

Vianca’s stomach almost came out of her nose, or so she thought, but she calmed down.

“I told you it was because of the biology assignment,” she lied as if she was talking to a child.

He snarled his eyes at her and came close to her ear to whisper.

“we both know that’s not true, Pretty.”

And confidently stroked the edge of Vianca’s ear with the tip of his nose. He parted.

The girl froze, even felt her head and hands shiver due to the act of the opposite; And that ‘Pretty’… It was echoing in their ears. Something inside her shuddered.

“I…”

“what if we go back and you show me what you originally wanted?” That deep voice filled her mind with possibilities for the lowest. Julian smiled at her. Brightness flashed in his dark eyes.

Oh… Yes!

She was on the brink of accepting when…

Ander.

She had advanced well with him, better than with Julian at first, perhaps she should try him again before going with the President. Besides, she did not forget that Ander was who has the best body of all, that would not go unnoticed even for an old woman.

“I wish, but… I must go with…”

“Him!” The boy finished for her, that made her squeeze her lips. “By the way, who is he?” He asked with a curious smile.

Oh no… That he couldn’t know.

“It’s … Nothing at…”

“President!” a colleague from the same class appeared almost running.

On the other hand, Vianca took advantage of this to escape, and biting her lip while she did so. That President was a serious thing, more interesting and unusual than she had ever expected.

Out of the corner of the eye Julian watched the girl escape; but what a nasty boy! It will be next time, she thought.

“Is anything happening?”

“They need you in a meeting, you knock... They just sent me to tell you.”

“Thank you for letting me know,” he said goodbye and started his way to the place where the class representatives’ meetings used to be.

Back to the teenager. Vianca was looking for Ander around. she was very excited to see him again, because perhaps today they could go a little further or much further. The athlete had behaved well with her yesterday, what more could she ask for? Vin was more and more sure that this would be the one who would take her and she couldn’t wait.

However, Ander did not show up anywhere, not even on the football field or with his friends, this used to happen very rarely when she harassed him but she had never taken the luxury of looking for him as desperately as she was doing now, and not finding him was becoming counterproductive.

She did not know how much of the break had passed, but the minutes passed and the girl’s despair increased.

In the end, she ended up tired and upset on the third floor, after having checked absolutely everywhere. She wanted to sit down but was annoyed to have to go to the benches on the ground floor, so annoyed and sad she stayed there.

Looking around, looking for entertainment, she spotted one of those three rooms in the entire institution, which always lay empty and closed, open. It was rare to find one like that. It was one of those classrooms that they never used but always had their desks, blackboard, etc. For when they need that space.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no signs of that madam opening them to clean them, she went inside to sit for a while alone in one of those desks.

As she approached, she could see through the opening in the door, which was not closed but not open at all, the school uniform, being wore by a tall boy.

He was there! He always was!

She stepped forward, wanting to look a little further through the opening with a smile on her lips. She was already wishing to kiss him again, to feel again that humid and delicious touch that the kisses brought; And well, she had spent all day yesterday and this morning thinking about that. After all, kissing who you like, it can be considered an achievement.

She being ready to go in, stuck out only an inch more of her head, but that was enough to stop her, swallow her illusion and make her pale. Her head made, poof! And she put up with the urge to scream.

It cannot be.

Ander was inside there kissing someone else, and to top it off…

A boy.

Vianca swallowed everything she had thought, what her mind was creating several hours ago. Right there, she banished those magnificent illusions and began to retreat slowly, until she finally ran off the stage and off the third floor.

No, it couldn’t be. Vianca refused to believe it.

It could not be that the boy she had kissed yesterday, today was kissing someone else, but that was not the whole problem, the point is that he was with another boy.

Vianca had no problem with Ander kissing someone else, altogether, they had nothing serious. And less had problem with gays, in fact she even wanted to have a gay friend, but have kissed one, and being the kiss she had been dreaming about from yesterday to today.

Ash! Noo! Why?

On top, Ander, Ander Rojas, the one she had put on her list.

Why?

She had been so excited that she evaded Julian and…

She looked up and immediately her eyes perceive the presence of that bad boy that continued in her list.

Evan…

He was alone, walking on the first floor. He looked calm, but it seemed as if thousands of things would happen through his mind. And as always, with that book.

Today was his day and she forgot him completely to concentrate only on that athlete, who was enjoying without remembering her. The brown-haired had forgotten her list, disrespected him, and all for nothing.

There she decided to walk to Evan, to continue what she had to do from the beginning. There were many people walking down that corridor, it seemed that the recess was about to end but Vianca continued.

The memory of Ander kissing that boy came back to her mind… Maybe… That boy kissed him against his will. But then she remembered that when they kissed, she was the one who threw herself at him. Oh No. So it was really she who kissed him against his will? What if he had disliked the kiss? What if he felt forced?

Vianca was fainting, she was getting sick little by little cause the shame, she wanted to lock herself in her room and throw her pillows against the wall and through the window, if she didn’t throw herself first.

Her eyes were becoming watery and she inadvertently collided with one of the students passing by. It was only shove with the shoulder, but she was so lost in her thoughts that she became unbalanced and fall down to the floor, using her knees and palms as support.

The boy who pushed her did as if nothing matters and left.

At that moment, Vin felt a little dazed, wondering when she’d ended up on the floor. But a pair of shoes that she knew very well made her wake up. Remember that Vianca was walking towards Evan? Well, those shoes were right between her hands leaning on the floor.

Moretti shivered and paralyzed within two seconds.

Evan saw her from above, his neutral expression, the only image that came to his mind was that of a dog in front of him.

Or that of someone bowing down at his feet. One of the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

“Are you gonna kiss my shoes or what?” A soft, low, but demanding voice came out of his mouth.

What? It was the only thing that crossed the girl’s mind.

Several students who were passing saw her on the floor, some were surprised and others almost smiling in derision, while they went to their classes.

Evan seeing that the girl didn’t even react to get up, bent down to give him a hand, but just as he was near, she, catching movement from him, raised her head and that way they both had their first physical contact and an unforgettable bond.

That future bump on both would last a while.

“Agh,” they complained in unison.

The black-haired had fallen from behind and Vianca was already on the floor.

The boy was about to complain when he saw her eyes slightly watery.

Vianca also stood on her feet and shook off her dark pants, the one she had brought to look sexier to Ander.

She saw Evan leave and rushed to catch him. He for his part had gone back to his book to read it, until a presence by his side disturbed him.

“What?” he started without looking at her.

“I - I just wanted to apologize for what happened.”

“Your head is very hard,” Evan complained, touching his forehead.

She chuckled switching into ‘flirty mode’, and not that she did it on purpose, it was in itself a custom to do so when interacting with someone she considered attractive; Besides, what girl did not do the same for the same reason? However, she did not say anything else, waiting for the boy to say something else to laugh about. It was disappointing when he only kept his sight on his little book.

Vianca wanted to know what she read, so she tried to detail the cover covertly. She noticed that it wasn’t the usual book he always carried, it was another one and much smaller.

Evan breathed through his nose and dropped the book, “are you following me or what?”

“What? No! Of course not, why would I do that…?” …Again I’ve already done it before. She completed in her thoughts and laughed mentally.

“Then… What are you doing here? Haven’t you noticed that the recess is over?” at what he said, for the first time she looked away from him to see her surroundings.

All lonely. All that was needed was for a dry bush to cross the corridor as in the desert. And jiminy cricket to complete.

“You’re still on time, you should go,” he said again.

“You’re not going?” looked at him.

“I don’t feel like going into that idiot circus,” he answered calmly, but there was bitterness in his tone of voice.

“Why are you saying that? What are you referring to?”

“I mean the literature class,” he said without giving much detail. “Are you going or not?”

Vianca had not understood very well what the gum had to do with the donkey, that is, one thing with the other; Why he hated literature class like that, she wanted to know, maybe there would be more confidence.

“I don’t know…”

“Do you not know?” Evan thought for a moment. He would not enter that class until he was ready, at least he would avoid it a few more times, but he was always frustrated at not getting what he wanted, so he only had to wait until the next class. He looked at her. “Have you ever run away from any class?”

What? It was the first time someone had been asked that. The girl looked at him with open eyes.

“Are you coming with me?” he ignored the look she had given him and gave her a half smile.

Vianca will not deny that she felt some fear, especially when tuft of the boy’s long black hair covered part of his face, but in a mysterious and sexy way. However, it was a tempting proposal. There’s always a first time for everything, isn’t there?

She nodded.

In this way she escaped from a class with Evan Melgar.

“Follow me.” said the boy.

“Where?” She hesitated, knowing she couldn’t just follow someone like that. “We’re not going to leave the institution, right?”

“Although I’d like to, we won’t.”

With that response Vianca devoted herself to follow him. They were both walking down the corridor, which ended in the back gardens.

“Where are we going? – asked the brown-haired.

“I’ll take you to my lair to kidnap you.”

“What?!” Her high-pitch cry echoed in that empty corridor.

“SHH! Do you want them to hear us? Just in case you don’t notice, we’ve just run away, and the coordinator’s office is there.” He placed a hand on Vianca’s head and turned it in the direction of the office. “You see?”

“Oh…”

Evan was about to go on until he noticed something related to the coordination office, something very important: the coordinator wasn’t there. And they couldn’t move forward if there was a chance to find him out there.

“if his butt is not in that chair… Where…?” He immediately stopped when he noticed that the coordinator was coming down the same aisle where they were, looking at some sheets of paper. If He raised his forehead they were Fried.

Evan quickly covered the girl’s mouth to prevent the complaints, which she was obviously having, from being heard. Vianca was silent when she realized the situation. The boy took her by the wrist and took her to the nearest bathroom they found. Such was the desperation of not being seen that they did not notice where they were before it was too late.

For obvious reasons, there was a bathroom near the office, which was personally for the coordinator and the first floor teachers.

“Shit!” Evan murmured.

“now what?” Vianca was already regretting skipping class, although she did not like her teacher so she regretted 50/50.

Evan went into detail about the place. “Professors’ restrooms are better than students!” He commented in reference to the remarkable, very remarkable, improvements in the teachers’ bathrooms.

With his lowest voice he reproached, “this is not the time for that, we must get…” The sound of the door of one of the cubicles opening made Vin paralyze.

Instead the boy reacted, took her back by the wrist and entered the next cubicle just in time. That space wasn’t that small, but it was designed for one person at the end of the day.

They could not let their feet be visible below the typical opening between the floor and the bottom of the door. For that reason, they cornered themselves in a corner on the side of the toilet.

Literally, Vianca was locked in the arms of that bad boy, who had his hands and forearms leaning against the ceramic wall. Like a cage… And that was enchanting Vianca. The boy’s height made his head above hers, and Vianca’s head at his chest. His male colony felt very palpable. Evan’s thin figure made the situation more comfortable, but the youth girl felt a strong urge to hug him, feel his warmth and smell him. And she could not resist the latter. She put her anxious nose to the opposite chest and was finally satisfied. The yellow blazer did not let her go deeper but it was not bad, however she wanted more of it and the right place would be his neck.

“What are you doing?” he whispered quite seriously becoming uneasy.

Steps and an open tap were heard from outside the cubicle.

“I’m sorr…” She broke away suddenly and the impulse made her take a real blow to the head because of the wall behind her. “Auch!”

In a quick movement Evan covered her mouth but it was too late.

Professor Danis, are you again? Right next door is half of the women” the voice that had spoken made them suspicious. That man always gave the worst punishments to the students misbehaved after the coordinator.

“Fix it,” whispered the youth man, “you caused it.”

“No… I don’t know how. Do it yourself,” she replied silently.

“No.”

“But I…”

“Teacher…” The old history professor began knocking on the door. “Is anyone there?”

Evan devoted his worst look to the girl who was already shrugging her shoulders. The black-haired, realizing that he would achieve nothing with her and that he must save both of them from the situation, cleared his throat so that it could be heard from the outside.

“Oh,” said the man, “I thought she was one of the teachers, because her voice”

It was time, Evan would use his best teacher voice, “Sore.” He started as thick as he could, because his voice was masculine but velvety. “Ah hump…” cleared his throat again, “Troa...Throat,” short sentences were the least risky.

“Oh, I understand, but… you’ve been there for a long time and that’s not a place to take care of a sore throat, better come to my classroom and give you a pill, I always have those because the students get more and more unbearable and other fools.”

Right at that kind of moment and with that kind of comment was when Evan wanted, knowing that the old man was behind, to kick the door.

The two teenagers from the interior were outraged, but one of them showed something more than indignation, something akin to sadness.

They became aware that the man intended to open the door to which they had accidentally forgotten to lock and which they had just adjusted. They both despaired. The teacher was about to go inside until he heard the noise of a liquid falling into the toilet, characteristic of urinating.

“I… take… Oh hum” a slight cough. “I’ll take a while... More.”

He backed up “well! but go to my classroom, your voice is already faint and strange.” he finished and came out of the bathroom.

Inside the cubicle they could breathe and take a little distance.

“Officially today I will be thirsty,” he said calmly, putting his empty bottle of water with which he had recreated the sound of fluids in the side pocket of his backpack.

Somehow Vianca felt it was his fault to have ended up in that place and the fact that he would no longer have his own water to drink. She wanted to make up for it.

“it was all my fault…” She began, alternating between the floor and those intense blue eyes. “What can I do to remedy this?”

Evan frowned a little disconcerted at the way she had begun to talk, but replied calmly:

“To get out.”

Ready to get out of there once and for all he turned on his feet, but Vianca took him out of the sleeve of his blazer, stopping him. He frowned and faced her.

“What?”

That scared her a little, she couldn’t deny that the boy was a bit intimidating, but with those strands of hair covering part of the penetrating blue of his iris, and the fact that he was two years older than her didn’t forget, so how to do it? It was exciting, and being alone in a place where they shouldn’t have been, it was turning…

Lustful.

“I- I was taking about you, I think if I hadn’t come we wouldn’t be here and you wouldn’t have sacrificed your water.”

“Not so bad.”

The youngest knew they had to get out of that bathroom, but she had just got into action and didn’t want to stop now and leave everything half done. "What can I do to compensate you?”

Evan looked at her up and down trying to figure out what she wanted to get at, but after a few seconds he didn’t find anything specific, so he answered her question:

“Buy me a bottle of water.”

The expression of Vianca, in which she bit her lip and made little eyes, was completely transformed into an open mouth. Did Evan not see the desire in her eyes? Had he not noticed the burning passion in her being?

Idiot!

“let us go,” he said, and without waiting for her he finally came out of the cubicle. He looked to the sides, and as there was not a soul prowling around, he crossed the door and found himself in the corridor as before.

When she left, disappointed! He looked at her expectantly. Vianca felt his look a little heavy, and as she was annoyed for having been indirectly rejected, she replied with some force:

“What the hell?”

The boy was surprised and shrugged, “I thought we would go to the canteen for a bottle of water.”

For a moment he looked cute and harmless cause his voice, but that soft voice was the last straw.

Vianca wanted to jump on him!

Although she was aware that this boy was not good behavior because... Why else would he have repeated last year? In the others there were no better notes either, but the previous year was his final year and he could not afford to leave his notes as a fucking one as the last ones, however he did, and that’s why he was there, repeating.

Although it had to be accepted that in other matters he did well.

So Vianca smiled and nodded, to keep her word and not break it.

Vin got to thinking and remembered what Evan said before it all turned to Maze Runner secondary version. She realized that everything that happened was from that.

“Hey… that stuff about kidnapping me, was for real? She looked at him with suspicion on his way to the canteen.

“Would you like it to be serious?” He asked quite normally, answering her question with another question.

Okay, she didn’t know what to answer. If she watched Evan from head to toe, she was between a ‘no’ and a very possible ‘yes’.

Until she thought it would be more normal to refuse.

“N-no…”

“I thought so.”

Vianca laughed inside. Aih Evan!

But she had to admit that had scared her.

“Then?” She continued to look at him with a little mistrust.

“It was... A joke,” he remarked. “you’re not afraid of me, are you?” He said it so quietly that it seemed more like a whisper.

The youngest swallowed. She was no longer sure if she was nervous because she felt afraid, or because he said it so damn sexy.

Once they were in front of the canteen a madam attended them, and it took only a few seconds to get what they wanted and leave.

They started walking to the gardens, it would be safer to be there. In addition, Vianca had bought a milk to drink something too, which would cause a more comfortable environment according to her, as this way she would look more relaxed; She couldn’t even resist asking Evan if he wanted something else – although she herself didn’t have much money as her mother prepared snacks so she wouldn’t have to buy them. He shook his head and thanked the gesture. Once in the gardens they sat on the grass behind some bushes.

“I thought we’d go to your lair, or was that also a joke?” She started.

“It wasn’t, but you can’t imagine much either, it’s just what I consider a quiet space.”

“How did you discover it?” Said the girl curious about, opening her milk.

The boy looked at her for a while before answering, “I needed a place to… Practice.”

“What?”

“it’s not in your interest,” he quietly muttered. “Better tell me why you’ve agreed to run away so easily.”

“W-well…” She vacillated and drank her milk to get more seconds, “I don’t like the math teacher.”

“Me either,” he said quietly, pulling the petals of a small flower out of the grass.

“I thought the class you didn’t like was literature.”

“That one too.”

His short answers made her desperate.

Searching for something to say so that the situation would not become uncomfortable and he would no longer seem bored, she remembered something she wanted to know in more detail, so she asked:

“What did you mean by idiot circus when you’re talking about literature class?” I mean, it’s normal that you don’t like your classmates, but they’re just idiots during literature, I don’t understand.” She felt like she was asking too much but she wanted to know.

Evan opened his eyes and looked away, then sighed, “oh, that’s it.”

Is that all? Vianca’s eye was ticking until the opposite had intentions to follow.

“In literature…” he began. To him Vianca was a stranger, and sometimes telling things to strangers was less embarrassing than to acquaintances. “In literature class…” His tone was weak, the reason he was heard was because it was a boy’s voice, because somehow his deep waves reached the little girl’s ears. “They are all idiots who love to laugh like clowns about ridiculous things, and literature class seems to motivate them more.”

“But… What can be so funny?” Vin said it in a humorous tone to cheer him up but hushed up when she saw that he was still serious.

To that point she deigned to leave the subject behind and wanted to try to change the pace of the conversation. There she then slowly approached until she was sitting cross-legged very close to him. Evan looked at her as he did it without having any idea of why she wanted more proximity.

“You know… You have not told me your name,” said the brown-haired with a half-smile.

As if she didn’t know? But how brazen!

“Either.”

“I’m Vianca Moretti, you?”

He sighed no longer able to evade, “Evan Melgar.”

Vianca happily bit her lip taking some distance to take a little more of her drink. In the middle of it she realized that they were alone in a garden surrounded by bushes, for they had sat there so as not to risk being seen again.

Oh… A garden.

The girl had never fantasized about sex in a garden, it was always in beds or in a more enclosed place, maybe she must expand a little more her sexual fantasies with these guys. Blessed be the boundless imagination! Anyone against?

Going back to the ‘Vianca tests and conquers her kids’ mode, she began to drink a little more until she filled the part above her upper lip and below her nose with milk. When Evan looked at her again, she shamelessly ran her tongue excessively slow to clean the white drink around her mouth wanting to be sensual and provocative.

Do you remember that Vianca has no experience and she is actually taking as reference porn? Well, get a sense of how Evan’s perspective went to see that.

“Sorry… Is that… I like milk very much” she added. she wasn’t going to deny that on the inside she was nervous but not nervous enough to stop.

The double meaning runs from here to tangamandapio and although even a primary school kid might notice it, Evan wasn’t able to grasp the reference.

Or did he do it this time? but wanted to convince himself that she wasn’t really referring to it or anything sexual. That would be the most normal thing, if she had said it without paying attention to what she could have implied.

“Good for you.”

That ticking would appear if things didn’t change. If the two-way references had no effect, she should go for something bigger and more understandable.

But… What should I do? She wondered.

Another more daring idea passed through her head and her orbs shone, a little smile fell on her lips. I’m sorry evan. She apologized mentally and hoped that the black-haired would not get angry.

She looked around again, and once more she encouraged herself. Vianca pretended to drink the rest she had left but “accidentally” her hands became clunky and ended up throwing the milk drink over the boy’s school pants, right in the crotch. What a coincidence?

Evan opened his eyes with such a surprise that at the same time he inhaled a good amount of air causing that sound that indicated his stupefied state. And growing annoyance crept in with every second. His hands opened and closed in the air as he felt more and more the liquid moistening the layer of cloth and, consequently, the skin of that area. He turned his neck to see her with tight lips, that intense color of blue is felt behind the dark tufts of her hair.

“Oh… Sorry…” she started, “I could”

“But what the fuck?” he tried to shake his trousers as if they had dust, clearly to no avail.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do it,” she offered herself.

Evan was going to refuse and leave as soon as possible, but he wasn’t prepared for the girl to jump on him. Vianca was with both knees on the side of Evan’s hip, her torso above his and her hands on the grass on the other side of the boy’s hip. In Vianca’s impulse, he fell on his back to the grass, surprised rather than angry. She took the opportunity to direct her gaze to the area where she had thrown her milk and bit her lower lip, after which she began to imitate what Evan did in the beginning – remove it as if it were dust – although clearly the liquid had already been absorbed by the fabric and would only stink her palms.

Evan was upset when he felt not one, but two hands walking from his pelvis to his thighs. Clearly passing through that area.

“H-hey!” tried to talk the boy.

Inevitably shivers were down his spine. There was also a thought of the same style in his head and another shivers in that part; But ignoring it, he got up and got rid of the girl without being so brusque. “What… Shit?” He paused. Without realizing it, a slight blush lay on his pale cheeks. He frowned and began to walk away.

Vianca was still on the ground, her cheeks hot and red, her hands trembling and her lips between open; she didn’t know if it was because she had managed to run her fingers through that area, that even though it was covered in clothes it still had a piece of treasure down there, or because he had reacted badly. Perhaps a little of both, with a little more inclination to the first.

She stood up, “wait” she caught up and touched his shoulder.

“Leave me alone,” he quickly withdrew. “I don’t know why the fuck you did what you did, nor what strange pods go through your head, but you know what, I just asked you to come to have some company, however all the time you just made it more difficult for me. And then this” he pointed to the sticky zone in his pants. The next thing he said was not a petition, but a severe and very serious demand. “And don’t touch me again!” there was no trace of the soft voice, only depth and harshness.

In spite of this, that slight blush was still present on his cheeks.

“Oh… I was…”

He looked at her for a second with a frowning brow before leaving in great strides. The youngest stayed in place, the itching in her eyes had returned as a little earlier had been happening to her. She felt like crying again. Perhaps she should control herself a little more.

Evan was walking down the hallway hyper-breathing, he had the instinct to hide when he heard footsteps coming up but he calmed down when he confirmed that was just another student, who looked at him out of the corner of his eye and Evan then returned his look with grudge. They passed side by side as if there was tension – although they didn’t even know each other – something like… Do you know love at first sight? Well, it’s like a ‘dislike me’ at first glance.

Returning to Vianca.

“Hey, hey” Vianca’s eyes were covered, “who am I?”

“Oh..." Vianca was lost in her thoughts, thinking about what had happened this morning. “Oops…”

“you won’t give it a try?” He inquired in a funny voice.

“No…" That voice was becoming known to her. She took his large hands and removed them from her eyes, turning to face… “Ander!”, she spoken and had to look up to see him because of the closeness.

***

At the same time, Evan was in the bathroom leaning against the wall, looking with a heavy breath at the little bundle in his pants.

Well, not actually able to see a lump, but he felt it. The pressure under that pair of pants was palpable. A little bit more and it would really have a little lump.

“That girl…” he whispered, his brow slightly curled, his hands folded in his fist. However, the faint pink was still on his cheeks. “Who believes to touch me like this?” With his closed hand he hit the wall behind him and pressed his lips together. “A few touches and I…” He looked at the place again with some anger, feeling how he could brush his underwear more easily because of the recent intention to rise. And besides the feeling of nervousness, the sticky liquid in his pants was not helping “… Shit!”