Mr. Wilson Touch Me

I rest my hands on the bed, moving my feet, waking up completely, I scratch my eyes lightly, count in my head until the number three, I gain momentum and head to the bathroom. The hot water is first placed on my hair, moistening it, and then down my skin and finish the journey through my feet repeating the process several times, I am captivated by feeling how it covers every centimeter, which melts me into relaxation and absolute peace, it lasted like this for five minutes until I remembered that the director asked us to arrive early at the university.

—This time there will be no excuses for being late on Monday morning, was what the director said that Friday afternoon.

I run down the stairs, brakeswinging losing my balance almost completely but I managed to put my hands on the table, I realize that there is a plate with breakfast, I don't hesitate for a second, I take the food to my mouth, taking a sharp bite of the toasted bread spread with jam, I clear my throat as I pass it in one gulp.

I jump—Calm down, chew slowly, one, two, three and then eat slowly, and repeat the procedure, you're not late for school so have breakfast calmly please—my mother opens the refrigerator and puts in the little milk that's left in a glass, she pulls out her chair to watch my mouthful like a little girl trying not to choke.

With my little finger I remove the little jam that's smeared on my lower lip. “In fact, I'm late, mother,” I say, with my mouth full, looking at the gold watch on my left hand.

My mother puts her hand on her chin, her deep gaze makes me think that she has some plan for me to get to school early. “Don't talk with your mouth full,” she comments, waiting for a reaction.

Surprised by his response, I say goodbye with a kiss on his cheek, and I leave, leaving through the white door, I walk down the hallway, seeing the sparkling grass, I run out after closing the black gate so as not to be late, the director's punishments are not They were not at all charming, my panting was faster as I continued walking, the sweat took over my body, I am burning from the heat, I smack my lips trying to control my thirst.

My question since that Friday afternoon when I left the University of London and arrived home was: Why? Will it be so important? Who will come? Could it be a celebrity? Those simple questions surrounded my mind all weekend, and even today.

I bend over slightly to catch my breath and continue my process, my panting decreases, I hear the horn behind me, but I don't turn around, however I continue walking faster, the truth is I don't know if I was sweating because of the heat that was beginning to get or if it was because the car that apparently followed me.

—Julia, get on—I hear my father's voice shout calmly so that no one hears.

The car follows my pace and my father is inside, he stops walking, I still don't know why he didn't tell me he would leave at this time, it's strange because he always leaves the house until almost eleven in the morning.

Once inside the car, I fixed my eyes on my father's. "You could have told me that you were going to leave for work early, right?" I added, passing my hand over my shoulder, pulling on the seat belt.

—I was talking yesterday with some partners who are coming to the company today and I completely forgot to tell you that I was going to leave the house early.

I hear my father say once he clicks the belt to cling to my body and be safe on the road.

The road is silent, you can only hear in a whisper the music that my father likes to listen to, his company is pleasant but right now I would like to go to school alone, the truth is that I don't even understand myself asking him for something that in the end he would know that I would regret.

He doesn't look away from the front, but when you talk to him he usually turns to look at you, it doesn't matter if the car is coming or if he's going to look in the mirror to pass. "How's the company?" he asked and then turned to the glass and placed my head on it. , regretting breaking this cruel silence between the two of us.

—Everything is going perfectly, daughter, with the CMI that we put together with the indicators for the company, it is helping us to really know the activity that the organization has, to achieve our objectives and see where we can improve in the short or long term.

My dad begins to expound as if he were at a high school exhibition, it's the last thing I want to hear. That my father is explaining something to me that perhaps in the future I will not use.

I remain silent while he tells me more about the procedures he is doing with his entire work team. He smiled, raising his eyebrows, showing a little interest on my part.

—We're here—he puts his right hand on the handbrake to stop it.

When I arrived at the school, I got out of my father's car and placed me on the sidewalk, waving my hand saying goodbye. I turned around, visualizing a black Ferrari car. It's rare to see that type of car here, especially when the school has school transportation. It's beautiful. , the owner seems to take good care of the car, I bet it doesn't have any scratches.

I don't give it importance, I think it could be from the director or someone else, without further ado and without making any speculation I enter the university; everything looks different, without a doubt everything looks radiant; very refined chairs on the patio, some wine-colored ribbons. What will they be awarding and why? I look for my best friends Mike and Jack, for me they are my confidants, like brothers.

He puts his chest out to stretch, leaves them like that for five minutes, lowering them—Who do you think Julia is coming? I'm intrigued—Mike adds, putting his hand on his chin; We have to find out who he is, let's look for him.

Noticed to Jack behind him clenching his jaw — Don't act funny and let's wait for the director to say something! —Exclaims Jack, frowning.

I snort, holding my hair to the side. “It's better for us to stay here, besides, my outfit is not suitable for running away or hiding,” he commented, pointing to my clothes.

The breeze makes the leaves of the trees move to the same side, and my brown hair falls over my face. I purse my mouth, rolling my eyes and then take a black rubber band from my wrist, running my fingers through my hair making a high tail

He managed to observe how each of the students took a place, as if we were going to do a civic act, I didn't understand, everyone is in their place except me, Mike and Jack are no longer by my side, everyone started to look at me strange, a strong abdominal pain arises, my breathing becomes agitated and my hands begin to sweat, I begin to walk, looking for my friends, I turn in all directions, but I can't find them.

My vision blurs causing us both to fall to the marble floor, it is completely cold, it is like being on an ice rink, I am sorry because my legs are exposed more than they should show, I curse in my heart, that young man who seems 25 years old is stunned, he extends his hand to reciprocate but I leave him with his arm outstretched, I support my hands, damn stupidity of mine to collide with someone, he shook my legs removing the little dirt that was on them.

I don't want to be in that place, not in this situation, I take off my sneakers and run to the grass that is located in front of the classrooms, I can't see that boy's face, but his fragrance remains stored in my mind, that rich essence so fresh and at the same time so sweet, I can feel it on the tip of my nose.

“Miss,” I hear a hoarse voice behind me.

He tore up small sections of grass with the tips of my fingers. “What do you want,” I blurted out, fuming without taking my eyes off; I didn't want to see it, because I had a feeling that something could happen.

“Look at me again,” he says, clearing his throat. I won't do anything to you, I just want to talk to you. I snort, letting out a sigh, knowing that he won't leave until I answer him in a good way - What's on offer? —I ask, raising my gaze while observing his clothing.

He puts his hand on my chin—Your eyes are beautiful—he blurts out, looking me straight in the eyes. My cheeks are hot at his touch, I try to hide my face on my shoulder but it's useless. His index finger runs over my cheek, making me come out of hiding and close. his eyes for a moment his fingers are like soft cotton.

"Would you like it if we went back there," she adds with a smile showing her perfect teeth. Saddened by what just happened, I'm barely able to look into her green eyes. "I wouldn't dare go back," she replied, "; They would make fun of me.

He stands up, extending his hand again, hoping to reciprocate. “But you will be with me, even next to me,” he whispered, raising one of his eyebrows; In any case, you are not the only one who will be bullied.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to have him there with me, my question comes out like a slow sigh at first, then ends quickly and abruptly at the end —And why have you come, I mean, why? You are some celebrity, because if you were, I would have already recognized you—river.

He places his hands in the pocket of his brown pants answering my question —I will be the new partner of the university, you see I am also a partner in many companies, but you will hardly see me here—he expresses, stretching out his hand—; I'm more in the Brooks company, the owner and I are doing projects.

And here we go again, I think, I take his hand and I experience an electricity that runs through my skin to my spine, making me cringe, it's the first time a man makes me feel that way, that tingling inside me.

"How great," I say, widening my eyes, a partner in many companies, including my father's, I muse.

Everyone turns to see us, that young man takes my hand and places it on his arm, also hanging.

"This is like a catwalk, trust me and smile," he says smiling.

All the eyes I can feel on my shoulders like a fifteen-pound weight—if I just need to say hello like the famous ones do, this shouldn't be happening—I press my head to his shoulder.

Upon reaching the stage, the director with his soft voice gives a few words, placing the palm of his hand on his forehead, removing the excess fat, welcoming Matthew, yes, that's what his name is, while I am sitting he began to play with my thumbs, moving my foot up and down marking the seconds to forget where I am.

—It is a true honor that you are here, we appreciate your presence and everything you will do for this incredible school.

Matthew rests his hands on the small stool in a refined manner, aligns the microphone, making it close to his mouth, shakes his nose, takes a breath and begins to speak. Young people! Studies are very valuable, nowadays it is important that they complete them since it is their future, it is the best life to offer their children, do not waste what their parents give them with so much effort, I was lucky that my father He will inherit a company from me, but the best thing he could have inherited was his studies since thanks to that I am what I am today.