A week had already passed; a week he had not attended classes out of fear. My parents, as always naive, believe that everything is fine and that I have not missed a single day of school -which is good, it is a farce, like everything I do-.
I have not attended for many reasons, firstly the necktie and fear, fear that the sapphire-colored boy will try to speak to me again, and I don't know what to say and that as always he will resort to the reliable old woman; flee, or he may also act grotesquely and suspiciously utilizing inks little notes.
When I saw him after our meeting in the cafeteria (the place where he shamelessly met the first time we crossed paths) a feeling of guilt was installed in me, but a new feeling of guilt; a different one than what I charge day today. I know that I must apologize to him, I have been very grotesque when speaking -correction when writing- with him, but I don't know, the simple fact of hearing him speak with such confidence makes me angry, and it also makes me I envied him a little - which I consider being a bit wrong. He looks so confident, so radiant when he speaks, that he is stunning, and that makes me irritate and act grotesque with him; although that does not remove the fact that it also causes something in me, you know, the guy is re hot. And my carnal senses want to float when he is around, and that angers me even more, worst of all is that I have only known him for a short time and he already has a tsunami with so many mixed feelings that I have.
He made me realize something - after he left the cafeteria disgusted, for not thanking him - and that is that he is very perceptive, and I am very clueless. God, how could I not realize that I had lost my beloved Mp3? I thought that I had forgotten it at home, -and although at first, it seemed strange to me since I always wear it-, so, I did not care and did not pay too much attention to it.
The second reason why I have not attended classes has been because almost at the end of the week my beloved classmates had their memory awakened and they remembered and began their kind "jokes."
Miss perfection with her gang of idiots; The first thing they did to me upon arrival was "accidentally" tripped over me and spilled a viscous green shake on my shirt and physics book, which was disgustingly horrible. As always I did not say anything, I lowered my head and went to the girls 'bathrooms - yes, girls'. That caused me to be late and to be late for class, which was not enough for my terrible day, because the teacher sent me to the address, by not speaking, of course, I could not justify myself, so as punishment I had to stay and fix the library after school, which would have been nice if at least Mrs. Adams didn't have the face of wanting to kill me for every sneeze she gave, and God, I'm allergic to dust. What luck.
After finishing with my unjust punishment, I went to my locker to get my things, and poof, I had a lot of garbage, which as a consequence my things smelled of putrefaction, as is obvious. How did the inept ones put all that in my locker? Seriously, I want to know.
So that was the last day I attended. And in other words, I have not attended because I am a coward, who is afraid of the least thing, which is to speak - to speak, at least to defend herself. So therefore I let stupid things happen to me and do, and tell me what they want. The truth is that I no longer remember what one does to defend his dignity as a person. I would like to have the courage, do them, to face those people, to face myself, but when I am about to do it when the words are about to leave my mouth, the memories invade me, and that makes me stop and Do not say anything.
My parents were worried at first, but then that's it; Thus they left everything, they pushed me aside, they drowned in their sorrows and an endless fight. They fight even for the smallest air they breathe, and it is so overwhelming.
So just for that reason today Saturday that they asked me if I wanted to go out with them anywhere just to distract myself, I said no, that I preferred to move forward with my so-called "tasks", they didn't tell me anything and each one took their way.
Mom went out with some friends, and Dad went to wash the car, said he would come by looking for something to eat and that it wouldn't take long.
So I've been alone at home, and it's almost 1 pm, and dad hasn't come back, which he left at 11 in the morning, and I'd like to send him a text to find out what happened to him, but obviously, how I am I do not have the mobile phone charged. No way will I have to wait.
I head to the kitchen to get some water when he heard the bell ring. Hell, it sure is daddy and since he's always forgotten his keys - one of the things he's always arguing with mom about - I'm only wearing short purple shorts with pig faces, a white top, and my cute pig slippers. -I have a strange obsession with them-, my hair hangs down my back like a waterfall, I hate tying it up, that's why I always wear it loose.
Dad, when will you stop being so clueless?
I open the door and what is the great surprise that I get that I almost dropped the glass of water from my hand; The person in front of me with his hands in the pockets of his brown leather jacket is not Dad, but blue eyes. What a surprise the truth.
Surely I must look more pathetic than I already am, with my scarred face and my ridiculous outfit, God what a shame.
"Hi," he says by way of greeting.
He just raised his hand and waved it in return as well.
"Professor Harry has asked me to please come and leave you some assignments, and exercises so that you can improve in his class." He said that maybe you were sick and that's why you stopped attending. But from what I see that was not the reason for your absence" he declares.
God, I am dying, I have been paralyzed seeing him doing nothing. He turns around and takes his backpack off his back to start pulling something out, And that's when I come out in shock and close the door in his face. I turn around and start running to go to my room. I run down the stairs with the glass of water that I still carry, and thank heaven I have not spilled anything. She came to the door of my room, and I stand in front of her, seeing what? I don't even know. Maybe I try to make it invisible just by looking at it.
What was that?
Sometimes when fear attacks me or I don't know what to do. He acted without thinking, and then I regret it because well, not all my decisions are good.
You shouldn't have shut the door on him, he's just being nice, and he's only here to do Mr. Harry a favor. Don't think he's come to see you.
My heart is going a thousand an hour -for running and from tremendous fright-, my pulse trembles and my head is a dilemma in whether to go downstairs to check what is still there (which I do not believe) and open the door to invite him to pass, or maybe go hide for eternity under the cute piggy sheets on my bed -although that may be impossible-.
Like a Chihuahua with fear, she chose the latter. I open the door and go into my room, it is dark and the only thing that enters the light from the sun is what is seeping from the window of the room that is slightly open. So touching certain things I go to the table night table, placed the glass of water, and then I sit on the edge of the bed, I take off my slippers quickly, and with my hand I look for the sheets, to throw them on top of me.
Sure blue eyes are gone, it's the wisest thing he could have done. Anyway, I'm sure right now he must be cursing me for how badly educated and ungrateful I was. But hey, I am sure that in a certain part I deserve it; although I doubt that he is that kind of person.
He heard a noise downstairs, the front door opening and then closing, now, the surest thing that dad has arrived. Finally!
"Kam-Kam, they are looking for your daughter." Where are you? Come down, please, "my father says loudly from the ground floor.
No-no-no. What have you done, father? I can't be that I let it go, do you know me so little? Don't you remember that I don't speak to anyone? With nobody literal.
I get up quickly and put security on my door, to feel more secure. I go back to my bed and he snuggled me up quickly.
He heard footsteps heading for my room. And tap the wood of the door three times gently. Oh my god, my dad sure wants me to come down.
I remove the sheet from me, put on my slippers, and go again in the dim light that is in the room towards the door to open it and tell Dad that I will not come down. And that's when my heart races again, hence my pulse and my whole body begins to tremble, but in a way that is not so noticeable by him.
He is back in front of me. With that calm, gentle sapphire-blue gaze. He is several inches tall, and I feel smaller and insecure. I just want to run as usual, but I don't, because as if there were a magnetic force I stay still in the same place without emitting any sound.
I stand in front of him just staring at Jones' reassuring — yet unsettling — blue eyes.