Love at first sight

—What?  Who are you?  I don't know anyone in this High school, much less in the neighborhood where I live.  Why do you know me?

He is a man of normal build not very old, in his 40s or so.  His presence is very elegant and intimidating.  He has a padlock style beard, fair skin, and brown hair.  His black eyes were very fixed on me as if he really knew me, this made my body internally tremble for a little fear of such an impression that this person causes.

—Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you."  Follow me. —He said with a hoarse and very confident voice, and still with his gaze on me.

He turns around and starts to walk away.

Fear begins to invade me and slowly spread throughout my body, but I want to follow it by not giving importance to my fear.  Internally I wonder, why am I afraid?  Is related to the dream I had at night?  Because of this dream I am very strange.

—Do not!  It just has to be my imagination.  But I have to know who is he?  and why does he know me?  since he didn't answer my question.

I start to follow him slowly a little worried about what might happen, my heart starts racing as soon as I'm in front of the door.  It is a small room very similar to an office, but I did not find the identification of this man on the desk, or something that links him with the institution.

—Who are you?  What does he want?  —I ask him already a little serious and very intrigued.

—I am the secretary of the Rector of this institution and I want to ask you some questions.

—Secretary?  And why is there no identification of your position on the desk?  Moreover, if the rector wants to know about me, why doesn't he ask me himself?  And so I can meet him.

—You're so curious and you ask a lot of questions.  But let me tell you, I do the questions here.

We realized that you have always been changing institutions and have never spent two years in the same school and high school.  What's more, on three occasions you were only up to the middle of your years, finishing those years of studies at other institutions.  Why?

—Mom works a lot and because of that we change residence often, why does she ask? —I said it seriously staring at him.

—Don't be tense and take a seat.

—I'm good.  Go ahead

—Good as you like.  What is your mom's name and what does she work on?

—It is not true, this man cannot be the secretary of the rector, since if it were so, he would know the name of my legal representative and these questions would be asked directly to Mom.  This guy has me for a fool thinking that I am going to give him such information.

—That's information you don't have to do to me. If you want to know those answers, call my representative to a meeting and have the rector present.  It was a pleasure but I have to find my classroom.

I turn around and leave the "office"

—You turned out to be a surprise box JJ.  But I'm not going to give up so easily, I'll keep a close eye on you.  We will meet again soon and this time I will not be so polite.

I keep walking down the hall, not knowing exactly where I'm going but I just want to get away from this place.  After walking a few meters away from the supposed secretary's office, I feel a hand on my shoulder and a voice that tells me.

—Hi, just in case you're Jack ...?

I turn around a little scared and more intrigued than before, since no one has called me that in a long time.  the voice is not that of an adult person, this voice is sweet and kind.  Although I feel a bit angry, for the second time someone recognizes me in a completely unfamiliar place.

But all the anger leaves me in a second when I fix my gaze on his black eyes like a dark night without stars, half-slanted eyes that captivate me with;  long arched eyelashes.  Glossy lips and strawberry pink that make my heart race like it wants to jump out of my chest.  His black curls are not appreciated as he has his hair tied up.  His face is like a magnet that attracts all the sun's rays, making it light up like an angel's.  She is a brunette Barbie, who as we say she measure 90, 60, 90.

—Yes, it's me.  Who ... who are you? —-I stutter a little nervous and surprised by the incredible beauty of her.

An incredible smile emerges that reveals her white teeth, while she approaches, surrounding me with her arms to give me a strong hug.  My cheeks turn red from this very embarrassing moment, as I do not know this beautiful girl. she goes back to her original place and I am still very ashamed.

—It's me, Iris West, your friend from the fifth year of primary school at the "Brasil Leónidas García" school.

—It's you?  But ... but What are you doing here?  You still remember me? —I try to look normal so that she doesn't realize how I looked at her, or how embarrassed I am because of her incredible beauty.

—Well, I'm here studying from the third year of secondary to this third year of high school that I graduate.  And now that I take a good look at you if you have changed enough Jack, now you are very handsome.  And how can I forget about you since we were very good friends and to be honest I always remember you.  But you have to go to the beach to tan, you're still very pale.

—"Haha ... don't even say so, you are also very beautiful." —I try to stammer so she doesn't realize I just gave her a compliment.

—What did you say, I did not understand you?

—No, nothing. —I say a little embarrassed. —That I am very happy to meet again with you."  And changing the subject, you are a great help to me because that way I will no longer be lost, as you noticed I am new.

—Now that you say lost, how did you get into that door?  Nobody has entered that door, always it passes with insurance and it is more they do not let us approach that door.

—What do you say?  The door was open and a man who knew how to recognize me called me saying that he was the rector's secretary and that he wanted to ask me some questions.

—Secretary man?  But if the rector has a secretary woman, not a secretary man.

—WHAT?!