章節 4: Chapter four
Although Luz knews that he only acted with chivalry because the professor was present; she could not help but get excited and create a strange story of love in her head. Maybe it could be something paranormal romance; Of course, just imagine because writing ... she does not have a lot of patience.
The desire to dream about a love story increased when they sat together. It was clear for all that he only did it by commitment but dreaming does not cost anything. It was not meant that she died of love for Alexis; but the feeling that he provoked was what she most wanted to experience ... a fantasy love.
Intense feelings like those produced by a romance are the reason for feeling alive. Every time she thought about that she wanted to sing until she run out of voice. For her, the narrative was a career too long for her will. It is not that the music will be easy; but music is like a chain of emotions: a short but intense race. She started to look at him sideways; while he showed an uncomfortable, almost deformed smile ... now the teacher is better "fairy godmother" that any other relative you can have.
- Today will be a special class; that's why I asked them to bring something that makes the remind them favorite artist - Luz can not pay attention because she just thinks about how to reason, if that is possible, with the boy sitting next to her. She remembered her greatest purpose at this time: Retrieve the drawing of king Michael Jackson - a vole, a drawing; whatever, everything is worth as long as it is not something that exposes life - considering that the teacher values more a hand drawing than a poster, now it is understood because he bought the drawing of Esteban, but since when are you interested in getting a high rating In literature and music? - First let's pick up the colleagues who have gone from front, without school bus, to school.
After speaking, the teacher sat on a parallel seat to the driver and began to talk ... it was now or never.
No matter how much she opened her mouth, no words came out; but yes, a couple of dying flies chose her lower lip to die and she wasn't even notice... things of love always come first right?
The problem of this girl's life have always been the boys. While the girls did not talk to him either, they were women and Luz is heterosexual. Every time she for academic reasons she had to talk to a boy she could not help the blush that painted her red cheeks like tomatoes. Just that was another of the reasons why she mocked her and why she preferred to withdraw from anywhere she had more boys than girls.
Alexis takes Michael Jackson's drawing from his backpack and she was sure he wanted to humiliate her indirectly. If she got at the point of view of a paranormal novel protagonist she would wonder: do you want to provoke me?
She would like to ask herself that question sometime.
Alexis showed him drawing his friends and, among other things, he murmured with his friends that Luz's family did not even have to pay for a dignified grave. Everyone knew that she and her brothers were scholarships; that is, poorly economically speaking but rich in intelligence.
She doubted that "intelligence"; if she were true, she would not feel attracted by a modern Australophatecus called Alexis. Obviously it was only physical attraction; but it was a kind of attraction and, that bothered her, and at the same time she liked it. She didn't know how to explain that internal duality that she hated that existed in her heart.
How can you attract someone who makes you feel so unhinged that it makes you believe that love is about a reconciling sadness of an eternal gray color?
No matter what she thinks; she in the end she decides to desist and give for lost drawing. It was not the fault of her brother, but of Alexis who only seeks to annoy her; but Luz is not going to react to his provocations that have nothing to do with the cliché of enemies to lovers. She should convince yourself of that and stop believing that there may be gold inside the manure.
She began to look through the window the same boring houses where everything began. She remembered when Alexis and she were small, she saw them on the gray sidewalk of the path with only 10 years both. She saw two children running; of course, she was running away from him because he was chasing her with a stick in his hand ... Bless her mother is so overprotective (note my sarcasm).
Is it normal for a child to play so abrupt?
The 16 years old Luz was no longer so sure of that. The stick Alexis was holding was supposed to be his knight's sword from the round table; with which, he had to defend them, to her and to himself, of the dangers.
According to little Alexis, Luz was surrounded by something invisible and evil that he had to fight yes or yes.
Luz also would have liked to be a gentleman at the round table; but Alexis never let her take that character in the game. For being the son of the best friend, from high school, from Luz's mother; Alexis was the only kid with whom she could play freely, without her mother watching her.
However, when they moved from town to city. Alexis's father did so well that, had they continued like this, they could have become very rich. The problem was when her father died, the woman alone had to learn to manage business. As in any learning process, there were businesses that she did not know how to carry out and had to be closed permanently. But there were other businesses like the one of the rental, the pastry and the hairdressing that did give perfect results. Even with the good gains, the mother decided to return to the town next to hers son because she missed her land and, so far, continues to be wealth from here.
However, since she returned to the town, she has not addressed a word to the mother of Luz. It seems that the capital erased the memory to her and her son.
Luz would not have noticed that the school bis was in front of the school; if it were not because Alexis passed his fingers through her lips to remove her the torque corpses of flies that lay motionless on her lower lip.
Probably not the most romantic reason to touch the lips of a girl; but coming from Alexis was totally an anecdote to remember. Of course, she did not know that he had brushed her lips from dead mosquitoes; she believed that the prayers of him, because he will move the horrible mask of him, had been heard by the merciful Lord who, they say, inhabits in heaven.
His fingers turned to her cold; but not as the unnamied snow; but like a vampire, in search of blood that is stuffed by touching it, so that it stops flowing like life ... a liquid that he is always escaped and he can never catch.
It was the first time she felt someone brushing her lips. Something similar to electric butterflies ran through her whole body or that she allocated ... her heart lived in a fantasy .
I do not know you, but I think this is going to end badly.
It is curious that every time I feel that something bad; it is a feeling of something beautiful and dead or prone to death as electric butterflies, that same intensity is going to annihilate them, has the pressing need to write because the words; always those of her mother or her yours, have held her for good and bad.
As she could not write before anyone; she tries to disguise that she is writing on the window with her finger.
Singing was not a good option for her at that time; because the vocal cords of her would scream instead of humito very short ... that strange rebellion made her feel beautiful.
She just wrote in the window keywords that only she could understand.
An example of these keywords is "neo"; that is, "new" because for her it was new to try to feel like a girl in love. Last year she would have reacted and in the end she had finished crying before all of them. However, even if it was half a year, it is never too late to change survival strategy within the school. Since the last time she made her cry; she decided that she was going to take the "direct indirect" of her with the point of view of a protagonist of paranormal romance.
Already with 16 years, she had tired of trying to understand them ... her time came...
THE HOUR OF HER HEART.
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