EROS RUSSO
I observe all the students, I take out a cigarette and put it in my mouth, new school.
According to Elías, I had to behave on the first day of school, not smoke, not drink, not hit anyone and not get in trouble, but what do I do if they all seem stupid to me?
A couple of minutes ago I saw an idiot touch a girl, the girl ran to her living room and I hit him, in fact right now he is on the floor, while I smoke for a while.
When I was five years old, I remember well seeing my mother being sexually harassed, I couldn't do anything, however that caused a life-long trauma.
The students arrive in their luxurious cars, designer backpacks, a well-pressed uniform, showing off their faces, as if to make everyone understand "We are the owners, kneel bitches."
I can also see how everyone ignores what happens, as if this will happen on a daily basis, as if the boy was a fucking garbage.
I imagine them saying "Oh look, that boy is on the floor bloody" and another will answer "Ah yes, what happens every day very often" disinterested, or rather very interested, but with parents in favor of not problems , it's strange.
I keep walking but a girl honks the horn of her fancy car, causing me to turn around and look at her.
—What the hell is wrong with you ?! You better help that boy, —the crazy woman in the pastel blue car screamed.— Move.
I frown, and look at her. Who is she?
She comes out of her and wipes her blood from her lips.
—Who the hell do you think you are? —I ask indignantly.
—And who do you think you are? Surely an idiot who believes that by hitting others he will gain a bit of manhood, poor devil —I approach her and looked directly into her eyes, with her gaze it would be hers. She doesn't flinch, she's standing there.
I look at her lips, who was going to imagine it, pink and full lips and beautiful brown eyes.
—I am definitely a poor devil, a devil who fell into his hell —I move a little closer— and his hell is in front of him.
I took her by her waist and kissed her, I try to insert my tongue, but all I feel is her palm on my cheek.
I walk away and smiled at her, masochist or not that was what she expected.
—What the hell ?! Get away from me, oh god, your lips. You tasted like tobacco, you damn stupid —she turns around and she goes to her car, now with the intention of putting it away.
I get up and continue on my way, smiling, after that I will surely ask him for a date. I'm an idiot, I know, but she looks cute.
I enter Elías's management office.
—What did you do Eros? —She asks me, however, I don't understand what his annoyance is.— You kissed Zia, Zia Bianchi.
And a huge bucket of cold water falls on top of me. Shit.
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ZIA BIANCHI
I keep walking, furious at his stupid bad boy prototype, first kiss and it's with an idiot. Big day Bianchi, big day, oh and listen, it just keeps getting better.
—Did you hear about the new boy? —Asks one of the girls as they go in the hall— they say that he is very handsome, handsome but bad, very very bad.
—Nonsense, others say that he is an alcoholic and that he was in a mafia from outside the city—They all react impressed.
—You are wrong, today they will introduce the new director, he is the new director's son, my English teacher said it yesterday —and I feel that it is the most correct, for some strange reason I sense it and it terrifies me, because then I hit the son of the director, and if that boy is gossiping my parents will find out. And he's not good, not one bit.
I'm screwed, damn it.