GABRIELA
The day turned out to be longer than I expected. I didn't expect Alex to show up in my life again, let alone tell me what he told me. A part of me told me what he was saying was true, but another, much bigger part, tells me he was just trying to play me again and I wasn't going to fall for that game, not again. I wouldn't allow it again in my life. The classes were slow. I wasn't able to get those words out of my head and I didn't understand why I wasn't able to get them out, because Alex couldn't handle my life anymore, and I didn't want him, rather, I hated him with my whole person.
During recess, Sara and Clara tried to get me to talk and get me out of my world, but they couldn't and Marcos helped me with that. At one point, Marcos appears, my best friend from childhood and the one I had been with all my life. He knew me very well and the moment he saw me, he knew something was up, but of course, I didn't answer him, so I ask them what they want.
The class after recess I had technical drawing according to the schedule, so I went to the class in. When I enter it, there is still no one, so I sit in the middle rows because from what everyone says about this professor, nobody understands what he explains and if I put myself in that row, I could afford to draw or do other things I would like to.
When I realize the class is full, I go to get the case to write down and just when I turn around, I see he's there, looking at me as if he never had seen me. Couldn't I have worse luck than having him in the same class? This was going to be the class I was going to hate the most in my last year. Something was against me so apart from having to see him at college, I have to have him in a class. I was going to ignore him forever; I really hated him too much. He was going to know the person I had become because of him. There were things that I liked, like now I defended myself against people like him, and I didn't always shut up when they tried to mess with me, that for me was the most important thing, but my anger also got worse and it wasn't recommended someone approach me when I'm angry.
That class was slow for me, but as soon as it's over, I pack up and head out of class before he even thinks of saying something to me that will make me even angrier than I already am because of him. As soon as I leave class, I run into Marcos who stares at me.
"What's wrong with you?" Marcos asked putting his arm around my shoulders. "He's in that class." I whisper "Come on before he comes out, I don't want you to do something you don't want." he said and I laughed, because the last thing was a lie "Be sure I want to kill him, I don't want to cross him in my life, ever again."
"And we will find a way to achieve it, but let's go with you to your next class, I think it's close to us." he said and I nodded. We started walking to our next class. Despite the fact it wasn't too close to mine, he accompanied me, but as soon as he was in front of the door class, he said goodbye and ran off to his class since he didn't want to be late and of course I didn't want him to.
When classes finally ended for today, I took a breath because I didn't run into him anymore, but it was clear to me I was going to run into him often, which I didn't like. When we left college, the four of them were talking about something I didn't hear because I was in my own world, thinking about everything that happened to me today in what he told me. I don't want to think about it, but I couldn't help it. I don't really know when Sara and Clara left and we stopped, but we did it.
"You didn't hear anything they talked about, did you?" Marcos asked and I denied "Well, I don't. Was it something important?" I asked looking at him and he denied "Don't worry, it wasn't, or at least that much. But are you going to tell me what makes you so thoughtful Gabriela? I haven't seen you like this in years."
"Nothing at all, don't worry." I said and there was a look on his face it says he knew what was going through my head. "You're thinking about what he told you, aren't you?" he asked or should he say, he affirmed "I can't help it, but don't even think about telling my siblings or anyone in my family he's in college. Do you understand?"
"Sure, but why don't you want them to know he's in the same college as us?" he asked "They already suffered because of him, I don't want them to worry again about something it won't happen. Besides, you know they hate him"
"Yes, I know. But one day they will find out he's here. What do you plan to do at when they find out?" he asked again and I shrugged "I'll think about it then, I won't worry about it now."
"Okay, but could you change that face? Your siblings are already coming around and if you don't want them to tell your mother you're angry, you should change it." I looked where Marcos was looking and before making sure it was them, I changed my face so they wouldn't see I was angry, it wouldn't be normal for my last year.
Marcos offered to drive us to our house, we lived relatively close and as he always said, it wasn't something he minded doing. He and my siblings were there the whole way and Marcos kept them from asking me questions or from having to talk because he knew I wasn't in a good mood and as he had promised me, he was going to help me so they wouldn't find out Alex was in college. I would do whatever was necessary to prevent that from happening, not because I cared what happened to him, but because I was concerned about my family's reaction and extreme concern upon finding out about it.