14

"Do you want?" I say as I look into Khloe's eyes. She looks at me nervously. She was probably upset that I didn't take her bait. She had sent me that picture just to get my attention. She hadn't done anything, she wasn't cut, she wasn't distracted, and she didn't look like she was dying.

When I went to check if she was still alive, she was waiting for me on the bed. She only had her bra and underwear on. She wore a Calvin Klein underwear set and smelled of Yves Saint Laurent Opium.

She was looking at me lustfully and hurling sweet words.

I was angry with her, I didn't want to believe that she could lie like this. All the way I kept myself from fainting, thinking that something had happened to her because of me, because of my repulsive attitude.

She was calling me to her with her eyes and the first thing she did when I approached was to kiss me.

I push her, which she didn't like so she weirdly surprises me with a book.

"Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen." She hands me the book and murmurs a happy birthday.

A book? Is this how she seduces a person? With a book.

"Khloe, Klara just got out of the hospital, you shouldn't be here, you should be with her, at your house, not in my bed. She needs you, she needs someone to give her a glass of water, a kiss, maybe even a good round of sex. I don't need that. I'm sorry, but I really don't."

After that she didn't say anything until today when she asked me how I was feeling.

"Do you want?" I ask her as I hand her a cigarette.

She takes it with no comment. She motions for me to light it for her and we sit in deafening silence. Her eyes darted in different directions avoiding mine.

Hugo also joins us.

"Are you smoking?" He asks happily.

"Will you give me one too?"

"Sure." I give him one and light it.

He notices the tension between me and his sister but doesn't say anything. Khloe was looking at him strangely as if wondering why he was looking at us so strangely.

Khloe smokes her cigarette and leaves. Her phone was starting to ring. Someone kept calling her.

It was probably Klara.

"DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THAT I'M NOT COMING HOME NOW?"

I hear from the next room. She was screaming into the phone. I felt sorry for Klara, she just wanted to see her wife.

I had to go to college. I had classes. I didn't feel like going, I didn't want to go, especially because Garcia kept trying to get close to me. I knew that he liked the students, that he had relationships with some of my colleagues. I didn't want to be his next. I had to go, I had an exam. I had to take that exam.

I'm wearing a Dolce & Gabbana T-shirt and a pair of Balenciaga pants. I put on a pair of Converse Chuck Taylor All Star Lift and bathe in Dior Sauvage perfume.

I start and on the way to college and I put on some music.

The music was playing in my headphones at maximum volume.

I feel a touch on my back and I feel something hitting me. I fall to the ground and manage to see who hit me.

It was Ryan with one of his boyfriends. I analyze him more closely and realize it was Smith.

"Mr. Smith?"

"If I catch you telling anyone about this, I'll kill you. No one can know me and Ryan are together."

"I wasn't even going to say it. It doesn't warm me at all that you're pulling it. I don't even know you that well."

"Listen here. By the day after tomorrow I want 5 grams of cocaine."

"Until the day after tomorrow, what do you think I am, a drug dealer?"

He kicks me in the chest and I wonder if I can still breathe.

I had to get it by the day after tomorrow.

But how?