Chapter 2

My body begins to ache as if thousands of needles are being stuck in me. Falling down twice the same day is not a good idea. I clench my teeth so I can bear the pain and not start crying.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice that there is a body a few inches from me. He only stays there for two seconds and gets up as fast as he can.

—But what's the matter, idiot?—I say / scream when I am no longer so stunned from the hit.

Although it hurts to the conscience, I sit up and look for my phone, when I see it I grab it and put it in my pocket.

You can't stand up anymore without being hit by an idiot, and then they say I'm the clumsy one. At this rate I will be flatter than I am, so many blows will end up sinking my buttocks.

I get up from the ground and wipe the dust that has adhered to my pants and my hands. I watch the individual who just smashed into my body.

When our gazes meet I feel a bit intimidated, they have never looked at me with such intensity, making me feel insignificant. He looks me up and down and then looks me straight in the eye again.

I try to find the most offensive words in the world to let him know how upset I am, but I can't. My lips do not move, they remain closed and my eyes cannot stop seeing his.

It is as if my brain has disconnected and now I cannot make any movement.

I blink twice and reflexively start to look at him. She looked at his light brown hair that could well be mistaken for blonde. Her thick eyebrows and long eyelashes accompany his oval blue eyes. A straight but upturned nose, thick lips that seem drawn, and a marked jaw with a few-day beard. He is several inches taller than me, with broad shoulders, remarkably strong arms, and some visible veins.

—Sorry. I warned you to step aside but you don't seem to listen.

I hear him say, his voice is harsh.

My eyes meet his again and I still feel unable to utter a word. What is happening to me?

— Are you also mute? —He puts his hands in his pants pockets and frowns annoyed.

Wait, why the hell is he the one upset? I must be the one who is upset, he has been the one who has hit me without warning, as much as he says that he warned me, he knew how to step aside and avoid me.

I blink several times to come to my senses so I can start defending myself.

A sarcastic smile rests on my lips.

—And why is it you who is angry?"You are not the one who got hit by an idiot who cannot master something as easy and simple as skateboarding. If you really are useless and you do not do anything right, do not try to manipulate it —he pointed to the Skateboard that is to one side—, leave it in the hands of the professionals and thus avoid ridicule.

Suddenly i hear the typical "uhh" when there is a dispute. I look behind the useless man's shoulder and see that he is not alone, he is accompanied by two boys.

The one to the right of him is my height. His hair is wavy red, milky skin that highlights the few moles that he has. Big brown eyes, the kind that he possesses a spark of fun and mischief. Thin nose and small but thick lips. He is lean but not lanky and has that aura that everything is funny to him. Yes, he is cute.

When I look at the one to the left of him, I watch him meticulously. His hair is messy and is a platinum color, I can easily deduce that it is dyed since his eyebrows are brown. His eyes have a light blue color that can be mistaken for gray. Big nose, and thick rosy lips, they seem to have lipstick. This is the highest of the three and it has that air of mystery, it is one of those guys who encourage you to decipher it.

When he notices that I'm watching him he winks at me in obvious amusement. I want to look away but I can't, and it's not just because of the fact that he's attractive, but because of the way he looks at me.

Someone gets in my field of vision and I notice that he is the idiot who hit me. —This is my first time getting on one of these.— Kick the object aside— It's not easy and I don't think you can do better—He speaks.

A mischievous smile rests on my lips, I really want to laugh at how stupid he is, although I don't blame him, he doesn't know anything about me.

One of the advantages of being the younger of two men is that they teach you things like this: rollerblading, playing soccer, basketball, video games, and how to defend yourself from an idiot trying to outdo you; But it also has its disadvantages: they do not allow you to behave like a normal girl, they break your wrists and take advantage of the fact that you are shorter to take things away.

At times like this I am grateful for the existence of my brothers.

—If you want you can take notes,— I tell him at the same time that I hold the skateboard.

I take a little distance, put the skateboard on the ground, get on and start to move, walk a few inches and decide to do a jump backwards and another diagonally. I jump from the Skateboard in motion and that way I make the object reach it.

—Don't thank me for teaching you, it was free, let's see if that way you stop feeling superior to others.

I smile with satisfaction and walk over to my motorcycle as I listen to one of them teasing him.

When I am ready to leave I decide to observe them again, the redhead speaks to the useless man but he only dedicates himself to observing me.

From the way he dresses and acts I realize that he is nothing more than a spoiled mama's boy, a rich kid, who believes that with money he can humiliate people.

Unintentionally my eyes fall on the dyeing, he also looks at me strangely, I just can't explain it. I shake my head slightly to clear it, put on my helmet and decide to start.

I close the door a little hard and walk slowly because of the pain that consumes me little by little. I sit on the couch but get up the instant I hear noises coming from the kitchen. I decide to go investigate, as soon as I cross the threshold of the door, I see short brown hair that turns its back on me.

I approach cautiously to scare her.

— Hi, Blake.

I stop, I hate not being able to scare her, every time I try she discovers me. I finish approaching her, read a little and kiss her on the cheek.

>Spoiled child, don't make fun of my height!— She orders me to pat me on the arm.

—But you raised me so ...

I receive another blow and I am silent due to the pain, if I receive another I will pass out from the pain.

I caress the affected area and walk to the counter where there are two pizza boxes.

Thanks God! That is why I love my mother.

I open one of the boxes and take out a slice, my mouth watering from the exquisite smell that reaches my nose. I'm so close to taking a bite when the doorbell rings.

I look at the time on the wall clock, it's eight o'clock at night, but who could it be at this time?

—Mom! They ring the bell!—Scream.

—Don't yell, Blake! I'm sitting next to you.—She scolds me—And you go open it, I'm sure they're looking for you.—She points to the door for me to go. —And no buts, miss!" go in silence! —Order my boss."

—As you say, Mrs. Mom.—I jumped down from the chair.



I put the piece of pizza I had where it was and start walking to the entrance with the greatest laziness in the world.

—Get up your feet! For once in your life walk like a lady.

I obey your order reluctantly.

I open the door and as soon as I see who it is I am surprised. I thought they were a bit upset about what happened a few hours ago, but here they are and with backpacks?

I look at Michelle and I can see that her long black hair is now extremely short and white. I ignore that detail and decide to ask.

-Something happened?

They both give each other a knowing look, I'm sure something is happening, maybe I forgot something.

—I told you I wouldn't remember.— Jess extends her hand in Michelle's direction and she hands him a dollar.

—I don't know why I still think he won't be such an idiot anymore.Hanging out with the cockroach has made it worse, but I'll get my revenge —he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and in a second he's pouncing on me, making us both fall and I cushion his fall.

My body hurts again, definitely today is not my day.

> I never thought you would do this to us! Today is Tuesday and it was your turn to organize the sleepover, you little idiot!— Dramatizes while shaking me.

—I forget, right?—I listen to my mother and soon I see her.

—Yes, ma'am, can you believe it? Her daughter is getting more and more clueless—Jess advances avoiding Michelle and me

—Won't you help me, mother?—I'm trying to push Michelle but it's impossible.

—No, daughter, you deserve it.

I watch her walk away with Jess.

With what little strength I have left I start to fight against the crazy woman that I have on top of me but it feels like an impossible mission, Michelle is determined to get revenge.

—Who are you and why are you trying to kill my animal?

We both stopped fighting when we heard Liam speak. He is in front of us curiously observing the scene.

Michelle approaches my ear slowly.

—You didn't tell me that your brother is so sensual

Sure, I was forgetting that Michelle and Jess only knew him from photos and not in person, since when I started dating them, Liam was already in college. And curiously, today they did not meet in the morning.

I take advantage of the fact that Michelle is distracted looking at my brother and I push her as hard as I can and I run faster than a cat when a dog chases him.

—You forgot to tell us your brother was here— Jess speaks as she hands me the container of gummies.

—You didn't say he was that hot either—Michelle complements.

—He arrived at dawn, so he was sleeping most of the day, and he's not well.

—Of course it is, sister-in-law.—Hearing Michelle say that in a seductive tone I can't help but laugh.

The night passes quickly while we do a movie marathon and some other absurd comment.