Novels by Gisele Pereira

I gave him my address and went to get ready, opting for dark jeans and my Bon Jovi T-shirt; loose hair and light makeup and sneakers, always.Twenty minutes later I heard the doorbell ring and ran to answer it; I came across a Benjamin with a black shirt with sleeves, jeans and sneakers, his hair well combed, he had a light woody scent and that shy smile that drew me involuntary sighs, the brown eyes behind the lenses stared at me in admiration, I I blushed instantly, I felt my cheeks burn.— I tried to come as soon as possible, I was afraid he would change his mind. he said in a playful tone.— I just need to let my friend know I'm leaving...wait a minute.I left a note under the door of Jotapê's room and saw Benjamim a little confused at that moment.— I didn't know you had a roommate.— I have two... my sister and our friend Pedro, who is also like a brother and...— Oh sure, I remember him... Good, not bad. There seemed to be a certain relief in his tone. - Let's go? — He offered

I was wondering why that girl had left the bus that way; I was certainly in shock and that was understandable, but my intuition told me that there was something more behind it.But part of me couldn't forget about Benjamin; even if I was reluctant, he ended up filling my thoughts; I needed to distract myself a little and occupy my mind with really relevant things; Before I could formulate any other thoughts, I saw Pedro walk in with Sebastian, they had bags in their hands and they were smiling as if the conversation was really good.— Hi Ther! Sebastian crooned to me, and I think that was the first time he had addressed me directly. — I think you are the only person capable of helping me; I'm trying to convince this stubborn guy here to go out with me to the movies, but he's insisting on no, can you help me out? He blinked, smiling; Sebastian had an extremely captivating charisma, besides being very handsome, dark, honey-colored eyes and muscular; not the kind

As soon as I got home, I found Rafa and Pedro making brigadeiro; the smell invaded my nostrils and had me practically running towards it.— Get your finger out of there. — said Pedro, slapping my hand when I stretched it out to take a bite of that gift from the gods. “I don't know where you've been, don't be disgusting.I rolled my eyes and smiled, even with him grumpy like that, it showed some improvement on his part.— What was it like anyway? — asked Rafa, extremely curious.— It was nice, we ate, we talked a little... I'm going to take a shower and go to bed now, I'm a little tired, but leave the brigadeiro for me, okay?I got out of there before either of them said or asked anything more, they both knew me well enough to know that I was getting off topic, sooner or later one of them would successfully extract everything from me because I couldn't hide anything from them; but now, I needed to be alone with myself and understand what this was all about.I stayed in the shower longe

I was feeling good that night, one of the few times I got dressed and actually looked pretty in the mirror; but I should thank Jotapê who did my hair and Rafa who did a light make-up for me; my face was like porcelain; I was wearing a dark blue dress with straps that highlighted my coffee tone; my hair was down, shoulder length, bangs behind my ears and only one thing marring it... my glasses; I kept it in my purse, choosing to feel pretty instead of seeing that night.This involved a little time to take the bus, but everything worked out in the end.When I arrived at my destination, I saw Benjamim sitting at one of the tables on the terrace of the cafeteria, he was concentrated on a small paper, as if all his life planning was there.— Hey. I said a little awkwardly. He looked up and hurriedly put the paper in his pocket, he looked surprised and analyzed me from head to toe... I saw a certain wonder in his eyes that left me disconcerted, I was feeling shy now and wanted to run, but t

The next day everything was looking like grayscale; Pedro didn't go to work, and neither did Rafa; we were still digesting last night's events, but we didn't have time to regret it; we went to the police station and did the b.o, I wished that was enough but I knew it wasn't; there were many other people going through the same situation as my friend had last night.It was being one of those days when you wanted to be in a deep sleep and only wake up when everything was over; I wanted to do something more for Pedro at that moment but I knew I couldn't get that pain out of him, much less calculate the size of it.Arriving home, I headed to the kitchen while Rafa and he watched series on the couch; I started to prepare the pasta for a lasagna, I took it to the oven while I made mashed potatoes and rice, loose the way they liked it.I heard them laugh in front of the sofa and I stopped, watching them, I loved that sound, I loved those two people so much; that was what gave hope; in the mome

Maybe there was still something good in that day after all, my date with Benjamim, okay, not exactly a date, but it gave me the courage to get up off the couch and go find some comfortable clothes to wear.I tried on my old jeans with a black T-shirt, but it looked too tight and the jeans too tight around the waist; okay, maybe I should try on my embroidered red dress; I put it on and stared in the mirror, all I saw was a sack of potatoes standing on end, and I came to the conclusion that no matter what I wore, it wouldn't change who I am. And there I was once again, in front of the mirror staring at my reflection with extreme difficulty because of the tears that blurred my vision.It was an endless cycle, always the same thing... I was so tired of it, of seeing myself like this, of being like this.I was extremely overweight, but that wasn't the only thing that bothered me, it wasn't just my physical condition; the overweight, the stretch marks, the rounded face, the exaggerated bre