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“Hello, Vianca.” He smiled enthused, “how you are? I was looking for you.”

<< I was looking for you >> those words dumped on the head of the named. The memories came to her again: Ander kissing a boy.

“yeah, and… what are you doing here?” She took a step back uncomfortably. “Should not you be in class?”

That backward did not go unnoticed by the older one, it seemed strange to him, but despite that, he said:

“I stayed out,” he talked with some of grace. “When I noticed it was already late, the coach would give me three kicks in the ass before leave me to pass, or he would put me to trot. But I would prefer the first option,” said, laughing a little and showing his perfect teeth, but immediately he shut up after perceive so much seriousness of the opposite. “Does something happen?”

Vianca looked at the other side not wanting to look at him. When she did it the Physical Education Uniform that he carried out. It was not adjusted, but despite that his body was not the luxury of hiding or disguise his spectacular figure, the opposite. Vianca forced herself to stop looking, he did not deserve her admiration and drool. She must be strong, she was nothing for him so she could not claim him anything, but at least she was entitled to an explanation, right?

“And… what did you have so distracted you so that you did not take care about time?” She said, looking at him, she would not lose detail of his reaction, Ah?

A “Bum” walked through him, but immediately he recovering his composure because it was impossible for her to know about.

“I simply… I was going around on the third floor.” He shrugged, “nothing important,” the simplicity in his words made her close tightly the hands. “Better tell me what you are doing out of class,” he added, deviating attention.

The girl was furious. He did not have to tell her, but she was not anyone to hide her such a significant detail, right? They had already kissed! She had the right to know if he was gay! The young girl, with all the desire of the world to ask him, held herself, preferred that he told her, that they could have more confidence to each other; But for that they should approach and Vianca must be sure that she was not nasty for Ander to do it.

“Do I seem pretty to you?” Ignoring his question, she asked.

“Of course.”

“would you kiss me on your own?” The look hopeful and anxious of the girl confused the boy. Why was she doing such questions?

Ander did not understand, but that look could be interpreted as ‘please, I need that response more than water to live.’ The need was really powerful.

“Do you want me to tell you or demonstrate you?” He questioned taking her from the cheeks.

Vianca inspired a drowned sound before having Ander’s lips about her own. Her eyes remained open, she did not expect him to kiss her, and now she was more than disconcerted with the fact of not knowing certainty if the boy was gay or hetero. But that did not matter at that moment, she just let herself be carried away. That kiss could be considered normal compared to the first one, and it was more enjoyable, softer, more relaxing but exasperating at the same time. Here Vianca did not carry the reins, but him, and Whow...! This is how it should be at the beginning. Ander knew how to deepen the kiss without to put his tongue into the bell like she thought it should be; he knew how to open his lips and not seem to be devouring her as a certain girl.

Before separating, he passed the tip of his tongue for the lower lip of Vin in a mild caress.

Maybe that was a mistake, or all the kiss was, because now the Vianca’s cheeks were on heat, completely red. That kiss had excited her and at the same time it had been so cute that she was not sure if her blush was due to that or to the delicious act.

She was open-mouthed and looking in all directions waiting not to see any adults out there. It was risky if they did not hide.

“You know; does not this look like something strange?” The voice of the brunette one was heard.

They were needed seconds, a raised eyebrows of Ander plus a fly flying nearby in order to close Vianca her mouth and returned herself.

-What... exactly?

“We met yesterday but I really trust you, you raise me up when I am with you,” put a hand on her chin, “perhaps it’s because yesterday you almost devoured my mouth.”

The shame was visible on her cheeks until she covered her face with both hands, “ah, no…! What did I do wrong?”

“All.” Ander smiled at answer.

Vianca turned stone.

“¿A-all? Replied. In her head a ‘all… all… all’ was repeated in echoes mixed with whispers.

He placed a hand on her shoulder “but with me you can practice the times you want.”

That managed to take her away from her thoughts. An unconscious smile drawing on her face, however something was still disturbing her. Ander affirmed that among them there was already a certain confidence so... What would she lose?

“Are not you gay?” The girl asked.

That was the worst way to break the considerably beautiful moment that they were creating, but Vianca could not be quiet for more time because she wasn’t sure about what she saw in the third floor; maybe he was and he knew how to disguise it very well, in any case she already had the mission to disperse her doubts there right.

The question had taken him with the guard low. Ander opened the green eyes and swallowed thick.

“What?”

“I do not know, aren’t you?” Vianca questioned glazing him.

Ander was mute, wondering mentally why she mentioned everything. He had always been careful, he did not hide but neither was boasting, so she could not know anything. He bit his cheek and, taking her from the hand, guided her sitting on the grass. Once sitting cross-legged face to face, he sighed.

“Why do you think that?” The brunette boy wanted to know.

Did she tell him or did not tell him?

“I... cause…” grinned without grace and played with her fingers, “maybe I saw you kissing with a boy.” She spoke honestly at the end, shrugging.

Seriously she was a carefree person.

The older paled.

“I am not,” he assured.

“Well then what did I see?” The girl pressed.

Ander scratched his nape with some frustration.

“It’s not your matter,” he whispered so low that his companion hardly could hear.

“Mmh?”

“There are things you should not ask about, do not you think?” The voice tone of Ander was beginning to lack kindness.

But she didn´t shut up “but... You said you trust me and I… we kissed… And what I saw was…”

A snort of frustration was heard by the one that carried sports uniform. Maybe he should tell her for having kissed after a kick on her face and kiss her back a few minutes ago today. But nothing more for that. The boy detected when someone newly known asked him personal information. He felt like if he was in some kind of interview of gossiping. Then he clenched his lips and after a snort, he expelled:

“I’m Bi, okay? Or that’s what it seems I am.”

She stayed silence.

“I love and I’m delighted with girls.… but I have also realized that something happens to me with the boys. I love the women body softness, but not overlooking a man’s muscles. I love breasts, it’s true, but in the same way a vagina makes me get horny, a body of a boy does. And what you saw… Only … I was exploring, so I’m, okay? I’m Ander Rojas, does it hurt you?” He admitted with a calm expression, certainly frowning yet very self-confident, the high chin and an overflow pride. Or maybe that great attitude was to not collapse from shame in front of anyone.

However, from the perspective of Vianca did not matter if he got angry more, or if he said his sincere opinion, or if he pretended to be another person; In question and for the girl, everything that came out of those guys who had noted in her list, was sexy, sensual, attractive and, even, admirable.

Although she definitely did not expect that response or that defensive reaction. Omitting the part in which his security was incredibly striking, Vianca wondered how many times they could have judged him to answer that way so… “you know, I do not care about your opinion, will you have cancer if I do an oral to a man?”

“And I’m sorry, I did not want to be so nosey,” she said in clarifying, observed how the expression of Ander continued the same, even a little neutral. “And... The truth I was not judging you...

“Then why the interrogation?”

“What I wanted to know if I take you out or not from my fucking list.” She answered mentally.

“I didn’t want you to kiss me for obligation,” another one of her reasons was said.

“And who forces me?” Ander raised an eyebrow.

“Ah… your… interior boy in the closet?

After hearing her, the boy got up and began to get away.

How is she just managed to scare the guys when she just wanted to have them nearby? Literally, very close.

She followed him and held his arm. He turned abruptly.

“I’m not a boy in the closet, what else do you want me to say? You said you were not judging me but you strongly believe that I use you as my lid.” He raised his voice. He was annoying, as one of those people who said the truth and that absolutely no one believed them, so it sounded his voice. He looked away no wanting to see her.

“¡No! Of course not.”

He looked at her, “I just want to experience, know what happens to me…”

Ander was confused, and she only thought of what would be of her relationship with him, if it would ruin or advance.

Then she finally realized her mistake.

“That’s okay,” she said fast, wanting to sound understanding, “but I do not talk about that.

Ander looked at her “and then?”

“Sincerely I just wanted to be sure that, when you kiss me, you don't get nauseated because I'm a girl.”

Finally, the brunette boy understood.

“I don’t get nauseated by you,” he declared, “I really think you’re pretty. And if I’m sincere, you make me….”

“The feeling is mutual, Bonbon! And…” ‘When are we going beyond the kisses?’ She shouted on her head.

“And... When do we meet again?” Vin said.

Ander Rojas smiled having fun “for what? If you love being with me we can talk after class, or here in the recess.”

“Yes… To talk … It’s my favorite thing in the world.” She smiled. The most charming part was that he also did it unaware of the intentions of the girl.

They had spoken a little more not to be for the bell that announced the completion of the third time of classes, and giving the fourth and last.

“We’ll see us another time... Vianca,” he smiled at her. “I must arrive before the teacher, he doesn’t like me,” he said, starting to trot to his destiny.

Vin sighed, had not gone so bad this time.

When the day ended her father came for her as usual. She got up on the car and spoke until arrive to home. However, in her head she began to plan her Thursday, that is, how, when and where she would talk to the cute little shy child of a lower degree.

Sebastian Diaz, you were the next on the list.