CHAPTER 003

May 21, 2013.

Days go by, indicating that new goals are to be mastered. I was accepted to the Chicago medical college and everything is already being planned, my new department, the new car.

My parents have fixed everything, the truth of the case is that everything has an end and my family is no exception. Carlos, my father has spoken to me, he says that I try with all his might to fix things with Mom and I know it was like that, but as I told you my mother is complicated so he and I are going to have a new year, we will start from scratch in Chicago.

Professor Dulce, has spoken for more than half an hour and honestly never stops talking, or it will be because I do not have enough desire to listen to her ideals in life.

I have been quiet and somewhat sad for what is going to happen in less than two months, I did not expect it but I know that at some point it would happen.

The good thing about this class is that we are all separated, the double seats are not in this classroom and it is a bit comforting because I don't want to be with anyone at this precise moment.

"My ideal number 5 is to die with that person who was there, forever with me." His voice so determined when pronouncing those words caused me to shiver.

The teacher was so philosophical that she even passed it on. At the end of class we went to the cafeteria. I had already ordered my food, Bastián brought it, he had offered and I did not refuse, although I did not like the idea because of how things were with the boys. They think badly, obviously they are going to see what supposedly hurt their cousin and they don't like that at all, certainly I don't hurt him, but there is no worse blind than the one who does not want to See

"I love it when you look at me like that, Lette." I smile because it's always the same.

"Surely you like it, but what I want is my food that you carry in your precious hands." I move my hair and she gave him a cute smile of a playful girl.

"Thank heaven I have my self-esteem very high," he says, to which I smile, extending my hands to take the tray.

"You know that I love you."

"Yes, I do too."

Then at the end of everything I receive a message from Mathías, being honest I never imagined that he would write to me after all the uncomfortable that has been.

An hour later I found myself rejecting Bastián's calls, I had left a few minutes before class because I knew that if I did it later he would not let me go with Mathías. So I sent him a message so that he was not worried, I know how he gets that's why I wrote to him.

"I'm sorry for being late." I say as I sit at the table of the place.

"Do not worry, surely you have done the impossible to come."

He smiles sideways, so he followed suit.

"Why did you want to talk?" I say bluntly.

He smiles, while placing his hand on his face, he really looked attractive.

"I wanted to talk to you, about how we feel." Now his hand gently touches mine.

I honestly felt like the butterflies were fluttering inside my stomach, I couldn't stop looking at him, and neither could he.

"Sounds good to me, you know I like you." He nods.

"I know it's complicated because I'm his best friend and you're practically his babysitter." He comments in a realistic tone.

She really was his babysitter, despite being his friend and sharing an unbreakable bond, most of the time I felt like it was, at first it bothered me, but then I got used to it.

"I know he doesn't want us to have something, but it is inevitable to ignore this." He says seriously.

"I understand what you're saying, if we have something, I don't want him to know it yet. You know very well how it gets, and I want to be the one to tell him." he looks at me for a moment and then sighs.

"Why does it have to be like this? Can't you decide for yourself? "She pauses." He's my friend, but I can't accept that you have to do things behind his back, just because he thinks he's your father."

"I know, I will solve this soon. But anyway, I want us to talk about ourselves." I speak flirtatiously, changing the subject.

"If it weren't for this table that separates us, I would have stolen a kiss from you." When I heard that I felt my cheeks get hot.

I get up determined and hasten to stand next to him.

"Is that better?" I ask with a tender smile and at the same time mischievously.

At some point in the conversation I felt uncomfortable, I didn't point it out but I know someone saw us.

She came home, I am alone, my parents are not there so I look for a deep cup I put some cereal and milk, when I take things to their place again so as not to leave disasters I go to my room.

After a while I put my cell phone to charge, it turned off in the middle of the almost appointment with Mathías. I was totally happy, when my father came home I told him about Mathías, he told me that if it was what made me happy then I would accept it.

After that my father came out again and I felt half worried, now I was with my mother in the kitchen, she was also strange although she always walks like that. I hardly worry.

"Daughter, could you lend me your phone to check something?" He asks with some nervousness.

"Sure mother." I look for the phone and he handed it to her.

"Do you want me to help you?"

"No, it is not necessary."

"Okay, and my father told you that I'm going to celebrate my birthday just with you, right?" I ask, while she does something on the phone.

"Yes, we already talked about it." He says without importance.

It turns out that after half an hour my mother damages my SIM card, the next day my father buys me a new SIM it could not be the same line since the owner was my mother Rose, but she could not or rather did not want to go buy me the line.

After all, I take advantage of sharing with my father. We go back to talk about our new beginning in Chicago, I see my father more determined, but I know it hurts him because he loves my mother but as I said before, she is complicated for both him and me, so the best decision is to separate.

"I love your mother so much that this hurts me, but I'm tired of waiting for her and I'm always the one who wants to fix things." He says melancholy.

"I will always support you father, I always will..."