VII
7
Seven minutes before.
Outside the closet. Inside the stockroom.
“Now, while they’re inside, what do we do?” Katterin started. But why do I ask if I already see that you started without me?” She put her arms as those of a vase and smiled. “How about the skirt, Juanita?” She mocked Juan.
“Orlando challenged me,” he defended himself. “Let’s change us quickly, María,” he told the girl.
And without a shred of shame they began to take off their clothes to exchange again.
“Katte…” A trembling and feeble voice was heard in the background. “I… I don’t feel good.” John held his belly.
“What do you have, John?” Asked a girl in the background.
“Don’t you tell me I’m gonna be uncle?” Orlando covered his mouth in surprise. “Josue, become responsible.”
“Stop the nonsense, guy,” complained John. “you’ve got me here,” pointed his middle finger at his head, “ever since I kissed Josue.”
“The best challenge I’ve ever made in my life,” Orlando prided himself. “Look at this, It’s my wallpaper.”
“Stop that now, will you?” Josue stepped in. “And if he got pregnant it’s not mine; it’ll be yours Orlando.”
John could not respond due to sudden spasms.
“Would you like to leave your unmanly actions for later?”
“Everyone shut up. Olivia has spoken,” Orlando bowed. “My lady,” his next smile was delightfully teasing.
Olivia took off a shoe, and would have had it on his head if it wasn’t for John running out.
“Don’t vomit on me!” Samanta stuck to the doorway when John go out.
“Hey, John wait!” Katterin screamed. “Samanta had to check the area before he left!” She ran after him.
Orlando took off his cap, “today will be a sad day for the janitor.”
“He told me he was dizzy but I thought…”
“Queer, do you think?” Orlando made fun of Juan once he no longer had María’s skirt.
“He’ll shit by the mouth,” said María, after having tidied up her uniform.
“How repulsive! Why are you saying so?” Joshua exaggerated his repulsive face.
“You shit when you expel what you eat, it is no different from above.”
“Your logic kills me.”
“You know what?” David spoke after a while in silence. “I’d better see what happened outside.”
“I would go with you, but I’ve already sat down,” said Olivia, and she had certainly taken a seat on a table.
“No, you stay, better than not going out all at the same time,” he turned around. “Samanta?”
“I only see John, and he looks horrible,” she said, enough for David to leave, but then Samanta detected the presence of other beings, but it was too late. “No, wait!”
***
Four minutes before the alarm rings.
Outside the stockroom. Corridors.
Katterin had run after John after he left the place in search of a bath to vomit.
“Hey John, you can’t get out like that! Take care of the adults on the first floor!” The girl yelled at him.
But as it is the stomach that decides when it wants to regurgitate, John ejected everything in the middle of his running.
“Do you think…” more vomit interrupted his words. “…I wanted…” a new spasm and expulsion, “…This!?” Tears escaped from his eyes unconsciously. “Call the nurse.”
The good thing – just in that case – that the stockroom was at the other end of the coordination office, was that they had the infirmary nearby.
In less than fifteen seconds she burst open the door. The nurse was startled and in her hands was a very familiar bald one.
What did the nurse do by looking inside the coordinator’s nose? Katterin would never want to know.
The adults rearranged themselves while the teenager erased her disgusted face.
“Uhump…” The man coughed.
Katterin came to herself and ignored the rest to shout:
“Nurse, someone is throwing up in the hallway!” She omitted John’s name, pretending not to know him.
“Vomiting?” The concern in the nurse’s voice made itself notice as she hurried out.
“In the hallway?” Although the coordinator wanted to conceal the annoyance, the attempt was of little use to him.
When they reached the hallway, both adults found themselves looking at the scene. The boy had already stopped, but he looked horrible.
At that moment David came out of the Stockroom, he was only ten meters away from the others in the same hallway.
“No, wait!” Samanta’s cry was heard from the nurse and the coordinator.
It went unnoticed that a boy -David- had left that supposedly closed place.
“Oeh! What are you doing there?” Coordinator franklin, with that authority figure emanating terror, went straight to the young man.
Katterin and David shared glances. By her It transmitted a << this cannot be >>. And for him his eyes said, <
To add more drama to the situation, she ran to the room letting back the man with more fright than hair and, taking David’s hand, warned:
“THE LARGE RED ANT IS COMING FOR THE ANTS!
When they heard the escape signal, they were all on alert. That scream meant that someone was heading into the stockroom. They all picked up a paper bag with their eyes cut out ready for the day the catastrophe might happen, and covered their faces.
When the coordinator was already in front of the door ready to open it, trying not to assume that the large red ant was him, Katterin gave the following alert to suggest that they should leave if or if.
“Arrived the Turkey!” She shouted and ran to take David with her.
“My phone, Katterin,” David looked back.
“There’s no time left,” she said, forcing him to go on.
“But…” He watched the coordinator enter the stockroom. “You know? I can search it later, it still has a password.” He’s disposed to disappear.
Inside the room, all the teenagers had been stirred up like real ants after the appearing of the coccus.
“But what?” The truth is, the man didn’t know how to react when he saw a bunch of students with paper bags on their heads.
However, they did not stay there, they immediately ran out like a sweaty and frightened stampede with paper masks, proving to be really strange teenagers.
“Li… listen…” Franklin tried to say, but he was too puzzled to react.
When he was finally ready to demonstrate his authority, inside the stockroom there was a noise, a song. It was the alarm of David’s phone, which lay on a chair next to the closet. The man approached to catch it interested, so as he was standing by the only door inside the room he heard voices.
“Now, the door will open at any time,” a male voice was heard from the inside.
The elder, not to say the old man, frowned and put his ear to the door.
“Then, hurry up!” There was a pause. “Come close…” Spoke a female voice.
Two students of the opposite sex were alone inside! Unacceptable!
The coordinator pressed his lips, and his look became harder than it already was, he straightened himself, and opened the door with one blow. The image he found was literally the living representation of what he had set out to prevent as coordinator: hormonal teenagers doing sexual things in secret in the institution.
They weren’t doing much, but he knew what they wanted and they were about to do. And that deserved punishment.
What happened next was not a scolding and nothing more. Katterin and David’s phones were seized. They called the parents of those found at the scene, and those same students were taken to the principal’s office. The same principal said they should give a speech on the stage about relationships in the school and how they can harm studies. However, franklin said her that was useless and that he’d better take care of them. The principal agreed.
During the process they lost their first class, as it was too late to enter even if they tried. Vianca felt bad, she didn’t know if it was her fault or the girl named katterin and her group. Why did what happen? She got into it anyway and now it’s not just she who’s going to come out badly because of her.
But the worst of all was Sebastian, he knew his cousin was doing weird things there, so he had always turned down his invitations, why didn’t he do it this time too? Perhaps knowing that the light-eyed girl would go, he also wanted to go. He was not sure why he let himself be convinced, but he remembered that when he saw, in the middle of the gloom of the auditorium, the girl with sky-blue eyes, several nerves made him shake and look down.
<< But what a pretty girl >> was what he had thought after apologizing for hugging her.
He could not see her clearly in that place, but just seeing the light blue of her eyes, he had the feeling that she was very… Very pretty; And he was not mistaken when the light illuminated her. At that moment he was not able to look at her as much as he wanted, so he had shrugged his shoulders and started to look at the rest, but when they suggested the kiss between them, he became so nervous that he covered his face, but he could not avoid the automatic little smile.
But now, now… Everything had gone wrong, he was being punished, Vianca would be too. Maybe if he hadn’t gone she wouldn’t be in this situation. Although the most important thing was his mother, she would be disappointed of him… And if… And if… What if they scolded her for her son’s behavior? Or if she decided she didn’t want him to go back to school?
Oh no… That couldn’t be. Sebastian could not stop regretting what had happened and his ideas of consequent problems terrified him.
Well, maybe he was paranoid, though…
“Sit down,” ordered the coordinator in his office. “I’m coming back in no time,” with that he leaved.
An uncomfortable air formed among the teenagers, no one dared to talk about what had happened.
Sebastian turned to the old reliable one: he sat down and climbed his feet on the seat to make a ball and hide his face between his knees, and thus not make eye contact.
Leaving aside the idea that he was damn tender and the feeling of wanting to touch him, Vianca sat down and watched him.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
That took her to unprepared, “why do you apologize? I also agreed.”
“If I hadn’t been there, they might not have tested you,” he whispered.
“No… Katterin said it was for safety, of all mode they’d put one on me.
“Well, you shouldn’t have done it in the closet!” He said that prayer so quickly and loudly that it surprised his senior. “It was… It was my fault, I… I want to stop being so shy, I don’t like to be so.” His tone went back to be soft.
Vianca would not deny that his words, certainly made her feel bad, she adored him as he was.
“What? No, it’s not bad, you just lack some confidence, but everyone relates to how they feel most comfortable,” she said as quickly as she could. She didn’t want to see how one of her candidates underestimates himself when she only saw attractive things in them. “I like how you are,” she said, so naturally, without fault or hesitation, that Sebastian finally looked up to see her.
Again he found himself with those sky-blue eyes and a subtle smile drawn by those pink lips that less than an hour ago he had the beautiful opportunity to kiss.
<< I like how you are >> was for real? Did she mean it? Yes! She liked how he was – she said it! But… Did it mean she liked him?
Sebastian’s heart sped up.
He wanted another chance, he wanted it. I had the idea that, if she agreed to kiss him once, even for a test, she could be again. His illusion increased as she watched him while smiling.
And she looked at him smiling without realizing it, she liked to contemplate the sweetness of his face and his moles. She kept smiling and he got excited.
The coordinator appeared with a projector and a curtain with rods attached to it. After arranging the tripod curtain, he proceeded to put up a video and pause it, and then said:
“Hold your hands.”
The boys looked confused. Sebastian hiding his nerves.
“What for?” Inquired the girl.
“You wanted to be together, well, do what I say and hold hands.”
They did it a little uncomfortable. The man smiled happily with his mouth shut and then placed a sticky note, on the back of the hand that was up in sight of both of them. Most disturbing was the phrase it contained: “this will be your future.”
Okay?
Lights were turned off.
The authority figure sat behind the scenes to the side, staring at the reactions to the video that he proceeded to play. There, in that place, franklin was perceived as a dark figure due the darkness, and his eyes kept a disturbing glow. The coccus had returned.
On the other hand, the punishment had begun and the youngsters were immobile because of the glace above them.
The video began. Title: “STDs (sexually transmitted diseases)”
A female voice began to be heard. Some greetings and presentation of the subject before the real torture… Explanation, visual examples, consequences and how to avoid them.
But do not believe that they were explanations with simple words like ‘one plus one is two’ no, nor were they stylized in every sentence. They were explicit, direct, naked words.
And the images…
The audio fell short of them. Don’t think they were cartoons, they were real, real people, and a different one for each type of illness. Of course, the photos and videos were shown with a considerable zoom, so much so that you couldn’t tell which part of the skin it was; Although it was of course known which areas of the body were showing, PFF… That was more than obvious. And besides, though it was somewhat unpleasant and confusing to watch, one thing was certain. It was disgusting, disgusting, sluggish, sticky, reddish, painful, and even smelly to the eye. Such horror that it was the advanced diseases that, in addition to the magnification to distort the image, these themselves deformed what they devastated.
The last time they saw a class on this topic, the pictures were drawings and the symptoms were written down.
But this… It was crude and uncensored.
Sebastian looked down and Vianca looked away.
“Keep watching,” he ordered, so demanding that at the same time they looked back at the video. After the examples of diseases, comes what can happen in the long term and how to cope with them. Then how to avoid them and finally the importance of condoms and contraceptives.
A thick aura of absolute discomfort had been created among the students.
“Of course, you don’t have to put that into practice, but it wouldn’t be a bad thing if you knew the proper use of contraceptives, both girls and boys,” he added.
The coordinator had told them that they could not let go, so they were still holding each other’s hand. It doesn’t matter if they slipped through the sweat of skin-to-skin contact, those hands symbolized the uncomfortable tie that united them in that unbearable moment.
And that sticky note… The sentence written on it had created a new and disturbing meaning by knowing what the video contained.
For god’s sake! It was torture.
They intended to release and the coordinator noticed it.
“I told you not to release,” he repeated, and it didn’t take a second warning to get hold again. “You wanted to be together, didn’t you? I give you a chance to hold hands and now you don’t want to, who understands you?” He got up from his seat. “That’s what it takes to want to do adult things and have sex without the slightest idea of the consequences,” he said, pointing to the projected video. “And worse, at an age when you should be studying and not hiding to pry about your anatomy.
Everything, absolutely everything. From the time they were discovered until they went to the principal’s office and the video, made Sebastian sick. He just wanted to kiss her, but it all turned out badly. Maybe… He shouldn’t have more of those ideas in his head.
That phrase on the note stuck to his hand made him nervous. The situation was the most uncomfortable in his life, and despite the coolness of room, he was already sweating inside his yellow blazer.
Though Sebastian was attracted to the girl next to him, he wanted to let go her hand and run away from there as much as Vianca wanted sex: fast and without waiting any longer. The intense gaze of the coordinator in the darkness, the video, the silence, the sweat of his hand against that of the girl’s hand was unbearable on the whole.
Uncomfortable, uncomfortable…
Desperate…
Finish off…
All that they were both feeling was just what franklin wanted: to bother them.
Making an uncomfortable time was the best punishment for a teenager, but in this case they were two; Two by one, great.
***
Otherwise, Alex was wondering what had become of his friend. Vianca had magically and elusively lost during the blackout and had not returned. The redhead had not noticed it until he noticed the empty seat in front of him… What was she doing and why was she taking so long if the light had already returned? It was a mystery.
He put his head on his palms, and his elbows on the table, waiting for her, or the teacher. Until an unusual voice spoke to him.
“Where’s your friend?” A deep and thick voice wanted to find out.
Alex looked up to find a boy with glasses and slightly tanned skin. He had an intense and hard look that showed strength when he spoke and forced you to answer him.
The President.
“What?”
“Moretti,” he specified.
“Well…”
It was normal for the President to ask something like, he represented the class! And it would be advisable to have a class worthy of representing. Or so Julian was convinced to think.
“Don’t tell me she’ll be absent again.” That deep tone followed by an exhalation confused Alex.
Yep, the first time she was absent, yesterday (with Evan) – it didn’t go unnoticed by Julian’s eyes.
“Why the sudden interest?”
Julian opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows. If he had put a hand on his chest, he would perfectly say as noble: “Pardon? I’m outraged.”
“Ramirez, please… I watch over my students.”
“Yours?”
“As I see you don’t know anything either, I’ll leave you.”
“Okay?” Alex, regardless of the President’s sudden behavior, set about waiting for the teacher for her first class of the day.
Two minutes passed in which he looked at door, wondering if her friend or her lovely teacher would come through first. The answer was obtained when two heels resonated in the room and a long brown hair swung through the air; Notably, for Alex’s eyes, the latter was a slow-motion dream.
“Good morning!” she saluted enthusiastically.
‘Always so lively.’ Thought the red-haired.
“I’m a few minutes late, I hope you’ll excuse me.” The woman smiled, looking away. “My husband over slept and my car is in the garage, it was… A busy morning.”
“Don’t worry, teacher, you’re always considerate,” said one female student.
Alex looked down at the mention of that man.
Her husband, bah.
The class began, and as every Thursday, the red-haired boy paid close attention to his teacher’s words.
The woman always wore high-necked shirts, with sleeves that could be short, long, stocky, but never without them; Only white tones. She liked to wear tube skirts of any neutral color and fabric pants, no jeans. In conclusion, that woman was elegant with a touch of fun and naturalness reflected in her dress and her colors, which could range from flashy to opaque combined with her lip paint.
The class had begun, and for the last time Alex wondered where his friend might be. He had to lie for her at the time of being called, clearly she would get not present, but with the excuse her personal evaluation would not be affected by negative points.
The lesson ended minutes before the predetermined time and the students rushed out, except for two: Alex and the foreign boy.
“Teacher,” said the last one, approaching to her desk, “do you take into account what we are talking about?” he asked quietly. His accent was also heard.
“Of course,” she gave him a kind smile from her seat.
Then the boy bowed and left the classroom. There was no need to close the door as this was one of those that closed automatically and were even hard to open.
Alex stayed and turned to see the beautiful female in front of him with some curiosity.
“Is anything wrong, Alex Ramirez?” She inquired as she put some papers in order by hitting them a little on the desk to straighten them.
“What did you two talk about?”
“It is a private matter,” she said, looking at him with half close-eyes, “it does not concern you.”
Alex sighed and surrounded the polished wooden desk. The woman left the papers to observe what her student was doing so confidently. The student, once on the same side as his educator, sat down on the corner of the desk and gave her a fierce look before bending his torso, and a few centimeters away from the other face, whispered.
“It’s not my business to know what color is the bra you’re wearing, but you’ll show it to me anyway.”
She raised an eyebrow, “but how daring, I should send you to the principal’s office as punishment.”
“Office? Why do you not better rebuke me now?”
They both glanced at the door for the last time, and, seeing that it was safe, proceeded to join their lips in an intense kiss, which came with desire and attraction on both sides. The eldest took the back of the neck of the youngest to guide him as she liked, and for his part, he only allowed himself to be guided. The massage his lips gave and received was slow, somewhat deep and desperate for Alex, but juicy for her.
The kiss could have gotten much more intense if it weren’t for the sudden stop of the adult: “we can’t do this here.”
“And where do you want? If you say, I will not mind doing it in the corridor.”
She laughed, but then she added, “last time you distracted me so much that I didn’t realize where we were going until we ended up in the men’s restroom.
“You were the one who wanted to go to the teachers’ toilets down there,” he said smiling. “But that happened a week ago, it doesn’t matter anymore.” The boy’s voice had transformed into a low, sensual tone of seduction. “Just focus on what’s happening now, teacher…”
The woman had to restrain herself with greater difficulty.
“I did that because it was less dangerous than one of the pupils’ toilets, you know,” she said, placing a kiss on the other’s left corner. Alex took advantage of this to trap the other’s upper lip between his teeth. “In a few… Minutes… Section ‘A’… Will come,” she recalled in the middle of the situation.
He drifted apart and took a hand from the other side to kiss her backside. “I love when you let us go minutes before, especially to be alone with me,” he said, still looking at her with his lips on the back of her hand, “but that’s not enough.”
The woman smiled and put her hands to the boy’s reddish hair to accommodate it, combing it a little with her fingers.
“See you, student Ramirez.” She gave him one more last sight before she let him go, returning to her desk seat.
On the boy’s side, he just smiled and deigned to leave the room before the next section appeared.
In the hallway he came across Veronica who was coming along with her section.
“Hey, why so happy?” She asked, referring to Alex’s smile.
He crossed his arms over his chest, “I’m the favorite student so the teacher lifted the punishment,” he replied and his smile became self-centered.
“Punishment? Why?”
He came close to Veronica’s face. “Because I am so fucking sexy.”
“Bah, don’t make a fool of me, I’ll see you later,” she said, and entered the classroom.
Alex, for his part, ran to his class. When he finally got to physics class, his teacher’s scream stopped him.
“Halt! No running in…” the man was saying while Alex spotted the girl with light brown hair who had disappeared in the previous class. He also heard a bla bla bla followed by: “you may seat down.”
At that he nodded and walked quickly to his friend sitting next to her, “where were you?”
“Since I… It happened… Well, ash…”
“Agh, when you are like that it useless to ask. You know, prepare mentally yourself during class and in recess tell me,” that said, he sat down in his seat to pay attention to class.
The truth is that she had to prepare, but to lie, she didn’t want Alex to know what she had done and what happened after that and her punishment.
At that moment when the video was over, Sebastian release her hand as if she had a deadly illness and slipped his through his pants to clean it.
And ouch, it had hurt.
The reality is that the boy just wanted to clean the sweat that had accumulated since the coordinator asked them to hold hands, and even believed that during all that time Vianca had been too irate of his perspiration in every uncomfortable second they spent there.
Finally, there was a talk and warnings, which Moretti would only take into account for a few days for peace of mind after that video.
When Sebastian and she left the coordination office, their eyes were lost and they did not know how to look at each other or what to say to each other, the discomfort remained with them. Both he and Vianca did not want their recent friendship to end the first day they met, they had to fix it, but for that moment they had no words for each other. They just said goodbye and walked away.
The class was finally over, and Vianca truly had no mood to try anything with any of her candidates.
And that lack of strength had persisted until, on leaving, she perceived her bad boy.
She had unfinished business with him.
“Hey, where are you going?” Alex stopped her. “Were you not going to tell me why you disappeared? You did it yesterday and today, what’s going on, Vin?” He asked, curious and worried.
“The thing is…”
“Mh…” He sighed. “Is it very important?”
“I think it is.”
“Ah… Come on, I’ll go and see if I find Vero out there.”
Vianca smiled happy and went to fix things with that boy who today wore the physical education uniform and left his thin but attractive figure in sight, while his black hair fell down his forehead, covering part of his mesmerizing eyes.
Evan.
He was standing with his back to her with his little book in his hands, this time it was the same book as always. She touched him on the shoulder in the hope of not frightening him. When he turned around, his expression showed the displeasure that could be perceived kilometers away.
“Evan, how about? I…”
“I told you not to touch me again,” he said, cold and direct, there was no trace of the velvety voice she had heard yesterday.
Trying to ignore that and the heavy look the boy was giving her, she continued:
“I wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday, I didn’t measure my actions.”
“You believe?” Evan raised an eyebrow.
Vin bit her lip and added, “I told you I was sorry, what else do you want?” she asked, taking some pride in defending herself.
“Nothing, that’s what I want you to say.” he bent down at the height of her to see her face straight. “I don’t want you to talk to me, much less touch me, or waste my time again,” he said. The blue of his eyes did not deviate for a moment from the girl’s sky blue. “So goodbye.” he re-erected himself. “I have important things to do.”
Oh no, Vianca wouldn’t stay with that.
At that moment she no longer felt the fear that the elder sometimes provoked at her. She was mad.
“What do you mean, huh?” She raised her voice, so Evan turned around again. “Skip classes? Wandering around? Read in that stupid book that you never seem to finish and go to your fantastic den? Such important things.
The boy bit his lip and went over to make the conversation more private. His eyes had taken on a harder, more intimidating and unfathomable touch, the one he was used to use and suited him perfectly, as a result Vianca had suddenly cowed down, but she did not prove it.
“I’ll tell you one thing,” said the boy, standing beside the girl so that his voice could reach her ear. “You know nothing about me, absolutely nothing,” that soft tone had been darkened, “you have no fucking idea why I do what I do. Tell me, do you think you’re a judge? Well, let me tell you that to be so you must know the facts well, so don’t dare to judge me, Vianca.”
His words seemed resentful and came out so firmly that it was scary, the thing was: why would he be resentful? Perhaps it was her mind, but what was real was the way he pronounced her name, as if he already hated her, with some contempt. But it was strange, a while ago he looked at her with some displeasure, but nothing more. Now, after she spoke, Evan looked at her as if he had already cut her out of his life.
“Better go, I’d rather be with my stupid little book than with someone who just looks and decides what she thinks and she sees of people,” he finished.
That was enough to shut her up and go away. While she stood still processing those words.
<
She wasn’t judging him, was she? When she said what she said she was right: wandering, running away, reading. Was that the important thing he had to do? Really? And she didn’t just decide as how she see people; Of course, when she first saw his candidates, she didn’t doubt that they were perfect, but she investigated them -harassed them- for a while to prove it! But Evan was the one she always lost sight of. Demons!... But she knew about him that he didn’t like to enter classes.
And the truth is Evan didn’t run away from classes as much as he wanted, he couldn’t. He kept a control. He wanted to believe that he wouldn’t enter classes until he was ready, but he couldn’t afford that. So many absences could cost him the year, so he attended most of them in the end.
Meanwhile, Vianca was feeling bad because of the words she exchanged with that dark-haired boy, the one she had eloped with the day before and who for a moment thought he was not as bad as she had painted him.
She sighed, how bad those apologies were.
When she wanted to meet Alex, she remembered that he had gone looking for Veronica.
Ah… Great, the break would go into looking for those lost kids.
She was about to eat her snack alone in some corner when she spotted a dark-haired, brunette girl with a discolored lock.
“Hey, you!” She screamed.
Let’s say Vianca was still offended and a little upset about Evan, so adding to her meeting Katterin, the anger grew. And she was still doubtful about what had happened outside the closet in the stockroom.
“Katterin!” She ran to her.
“Vi-Vianca…” Katterin hesitated after being surprised by the girl she had left to her fate. “How were you?”
“Ha? Are you kidding? Why did you put us in that place and then out of nowhere the coordinator appeared?”
“I…”
“Do you know what Sebastian and I had to endure?”
“Ah… Sorry, but everything was very different than you think.”
Vin folded her arms, “explain yourself.”
A few minutes later.
“Oh…”
“You see? I’m in trouble too, Franklin saw me giving the alert and has my phone and David’s.”
Moretti sighed and scratched her head before saying, “and… What will happen then?”
“For now we must leave the place for a while, then I’ll go back, total, I have a copy of the key,” Katte smiled with complicity and mischief.
“What? It cannot be.” The senior chuckled and gave to her junior a slight playful blow on the arm, “how? Even I wondered why the stockroom was open and what you had to see.”
“As I said. My aunt is a teacher here and several of her things, like books and that, were stored there before they stopped using it and I… Well, I found the key and got a copy of it.” She smiled proudly.
“Ah! Incredible.”
Both laughed.
“But I have a problem with Sebas,” added the brunette suddenly. “I am afraid of he being scolded due my fault.”
“In fact he… He was very tense and nervous all the time,” she remembered, “more nervous than he already is.”
“Oh…”
“You won’t know why he’s so shy?”
Katterin exhaled, “yes, I know…”
“Are you telling me?” She asked, anxious and interested about.
“Listen to me…” Katterin led her to sit on the first little wall they found. “This is my theory. First of all, he was always very shy, but everyone is shy at some point in life, however that shyness is lost over time and relationships between people, right?”
“Maybe, yes, I would say it applies to the majority.”
“Well, my dear cousin has studied at home all his life.” She was sincere, surprising the other one. “His mom didn’t want her sweet baby to risk bad influences, so he has received classes at home almost all his life.”
“Well!” Vianca issued with pity. “Did he ever object?”
“At first he felt bad about me going to school and he didn’t, but then he got used to it. And he didn’t think it was so bad afterwards either, because he had a neighbor of his age and me. Then he and I said it was time to go to a real school and then his mother promised him that he would go to one for secondary education,” she related, and took a break.
Vianca paid close attention.
Then Katterin continued:
“But when he came in, his shyness exploded.” She made an explosive gesture with her hands. “He and I were in different sections, that made me feel awful because I knew he would be alone but I couldn’t do anything. The worst was when Sebas wanted to make friends but did not know how to relate or understood much, imagine, he asked me to explain things to him. In short… Is that… His innocence was very great. But my aunt wanted to keep him that way! But thanks to that he and his companions did not… They did not get along very well, and I ended up being his only friend for his first year.
Oh God, Vianca was touched and at the same time a little sad by what Katterin told her about Sebastian. That was definitely something she didn’t know, now she would see her shy boy differently.
This time, when she sees him and they are alone, she would be more understanding and she would seduce him at a smoother pace than the others.
Very well, thought Vianca. She congratulated herself.
When the recess was over, everyone went back to their classes to end the tiring day that had been that Thursday.
Alex kept asking what had happened to her in the first hour, so Vianca used the reliable old card to take his interest away.
“Andrés came.”
“Andrés?”
“The one who comes monthly.”
Alex opened widely his eyes, “oh… And… Is he okay?”
“Are you going to stop asking or also want me to tell you how many clo…?”
“For god’s sake, no, keep it,” he grimaced. “That’s why I sometimes wonder why I let my two best friends be girls, ish.”
It was finally time to leave.
By Vianca’s mind she happened to meet Ander, but the truth, the girl had had too much with two of the boys on her list by today. She just wanted to get home and watch a movie, or a hentai, she’d watch which one she wanted.
On the other hand, her friends had already left when she was still sitting in the shade, waiting for her father at the exit. Vianca could easily walk, but it would only take five minutes on car, plus a bonus, with air conditioning.
Simply, everything seemed better than walking in the summer sun, and just when it was the hottest times of the year and tomorrow would hardly be the last day of march, and it was the afternoon, the hottest time of the day and her father didn’t finish coming for her! Fabulous!
Annoyed, knowing that her parents would scold her for the morning incident as soon as they meet, she was on the brink of scratching a teat regardless of someone could see her. And that carelessness ended two seconds later when she observed the boy with Asian features leave the entrance door of the institution and stay to look around.
His eyes had shrunk more due to the intense sunshine, his black hair shone beautifully and contrasted with his pale skin. The most striking thing was his perfectly outlined nose and his marked jaw which Vin had not been able to detail until now.
“whaarm…” She coughed loudly, calling the attention of the foreigner.
He turned around and, when his brown eyes made contact with a sky-blue pair, Vianca almost choke up.
“, would you bother you if I take a seat??” He made reference to the seat space next to the girl.
That voice, thick and naturally with a slight hoarse tone, had reached the opposite ears with softness and tranquility.
Vianca was nervous, he was the only one of her boys on the list with whom she hadn’t seriously interacted yet, so she just denied repeatedly and devoted herself to watching out of the corner of her eye as the boy sat next to her, keeping some space.
Silence.
Seconds of silence that neither of them intended to fill, but to tell the truth it was not uncomfortable, it was just that, silence.
Although Vianca did not share that tranquility with her head. At that time her thoughts were in a serious debate: <> << I don’t interact? >> << do I start now or tomorrow? >>.
According to the way she had organized her list, she would talk to him tomorrow, but she had him next to her right now! Agh, how difficult!
Suddenly an action on the part of the contrary pulled her out of her clutter of thoughts. She turned her neck a few centimeters to discover how the boy took off the yellow blazer, remaining the white long sleeve shirt and the tie.
Oh yes, the tie. This was not her favorite garment. At least it wasn’t until she noticed how her companion was showing off it in all his splendor without making any effort, just sitting and breathing.
The image was like that of one of those magazine models she used to see, so sexy and masculine that…
“It’s sunny today, don’t you think?” He asked, making her tremble.
“Oh… Yes,” she said with difficulty. ‘No stuttering idiot,’ in addition she thought. “Amb… Do you also wait for someone?
“Actually not, just… I wait for some cloud or something,” he said in a passive, low voice, looking up at the sky.
And as our girl thought it was a joke, she burst into loud laughter to the ears of others. And even with a smile she looked him at the face as he lay with a neutral expression coupled with some confusion.
“It’s not a joke,” he said when the girl was finally silent. “I’m really waiting for one.”
Trying to ignore the shame of her untimely mad laugh, she inquired: “are you serious?”
“I mean it, Vianca,” he answered, and looked up to sky once more.
He didn’t see her, and thankfully he didn’t because Moretti’s face, upon hearing that he knew her name, had left her speechless and her mouth half open.
“you remember my name…” she said in a dreamy tone, more to herself than to him.
“Of course, it’s one of those which, in my opinion, sound pretty to say,” he admitted naturally, not knowing that the person next to him was holding a cry of emotion.
“Y-your name I also like, it’s… Different, jung Ho-Seok.”
“Thanks, Vianca.” His lips drew a slight curve forming a closed-mouth smile. A few seconds passed before the conversation resumed. “Why haven’t we spoken like that before?”
“Ah… “I don’t know,” she lied. “I…”
‘How can you tell him you didn’t talk to him because you preferred to harass him?’
Just then the sound of a claxon interrupted their conversation.
“My dad seems to have arrived. Mmh…” She shouldered the bag. “Will you wait for a cloud?”
“That’s ridiculous, isn’t it? As if a cloud were to follow in my footsteps on my way home.”
“Let’s see, let’s see… You want no sun, right?”
Ho-Seok extolled by making a sound that seemed like a very short laugh, “well… Not me…” He cut himself off and ended by saying: “although this sun so intense and I don’t get along very well.”
Vianca turned on her heels to signal her father to wait a little and returned.
“The heat is strong, I know, but you get used to it.”
“Sure, get used to it. Is that.”
The claxon was heard interrupting the student.
“Go, he’s waiting for you,” talk the boy again.
Vianca felt nervous afterwards, but immediately removed those nerves that were not supposed to characterize her.
“Don’t you want us to take you?” She offered him.
Ho-seok opened his eyes with that Asian touch in an glimpse of surprise, but then his expression returned to be as calm as ever along with some rather sleepy eyes, remaining other seconds in silence and then refusing with a gentle head movement.
“Thank you for the offer, but as you said, I’ll try to get used to it.”
“O-okay.”
Vianca shook her hand a little in the form of a farewell while Ho-Seok nodded in response, saying goodbye that way.
Walking to her father’s car the girl turned around a few times to see for short seconds her foreign boy who kept his sight on anything, as if his thoughts were more than his gaze could show.
But then she went into her father’s car, and her engender soon spoke.
“Hello, daughter, god bless you. Now you can tell me why the principal called me in the middle of my breakfast to tell me that you got into trouble early in the day.”
It’s been decided, this day had been the most upsetting, uncomfortable and emotionally charged one of her week. Perhaps tomorrow she would need a…
She looked at the black-haired with white skin, for the last time and smiled before the car started moving.
…A quieter day.