Today marks exactly a year since I came to Barcelona for the first time. My only goal was how to improve my resume and take a trip on my own as I started my adult life. I got all that and a bonus: Hunter.Looking out the window at this rainy afternoon, I realise how things have changed in a year for the first time in my life. I've already finished college, I don't often think about my emotional pains anymore, I’ve fallen in love. And suffered, what has mainly changed me. It's weird because lately, I feel more about what I'm going to say, and I may have even learned to look at my cellphone screen to see who's calling, but I still fail occasionally.I look at my right finger, where there's an untanned mark made by the sun where my promise ring was. I wish things had not happened the way they did. Only then do I remember my father's words to the drunkenness I made: ''what is a human being without their first times?” Yes, Dad, I discovered true love for the first time, and I think that's
Jimmy is excited about going out with Valentina. Jimmy, Valentina. Hunter, Selena. Damn, what a crazy thing. Destiny, are you still here? But going back to my lovebirds, I hope they make such a beautiful couple. I was smiling like a fool. It felt great to be the reason for two people to come together.I take the beautiful new tablet that I got from my parents and check the first website. The time the site posted the news was about half an hour after the photo Hunter posted on his Twitter. I cross my fingers, take a deep breath and start:“This couple wants to make everyone crazy. Yes, Hunter Blanco spent the turn of the year with his ex or current girlfriend. What nobody knew was that they were together again. He wrote on a social network that it was a surprise. We do not believe in surprises.”I laugh at the post. I switch to a different blog.“The former girlfriend of Barcelona player Hunter Blanco is in Spain. Nobody knew the girl was in town, and no paparazzi managed to photograph
Hunter lives practically on the other side of town now, and since I don’t have a car and have no idea how to take the bus, I ask for a taxi. When I ask the taxi driver to park on the corner, I look at the prominent façade of Hunter's house and notice there are many photographers there waiting.*Selena: There are many photographers in front, what do I do?*Hunter: Ask the driver to enter the side garage. It will be open.I do as he instructs me. As soon as the taxi driver enters the garage from the side, he gaps at the home, probably having a good guess on where he is. I pay the fare and get out of the car and hustle towards the front door.I knock on the enormous brown wooden door, which is a stupid thing because I already know he's waiting for me. Waiting... My head is still spinning because of the upheaval in my life and the bothersome headache that refuses to go away even with angry prayers.“I'm coming in,” I shout into the house as I step inside. I search for him right away.“I'
Hunter enters the room where only I am with a needle in my right arm’s vein, taking an IV. I have not completely knocked out, just had small flashes of unconsciousness. Dr. Silvia hasn't told me anything about what could be wrong. She just discussed to me about my daily life and listened to how my heart and lungs were doing.“I hate to see you like this,” Hunter grumbles. He pats my hand, which is cold because of the weather.“Do I still look like paper? Am I more pretty?” I'm trying to be funny but he was not laughing.“I hate to see you in bad health. And, by the way, paper-like or not, you are still beautiful.”I roll my eyes because I have no strength to do much else.Dr. Silvia enters the room. She is a woman in her fifties, chubby and short. Her blonde hair has streaks of a modern Chanel look and is peaked at the ends.“Hello again Selena. I already have the results of your exams, and it seems they are not as good as expected.” She opens the diagnostics to read out loud. “You ha
I look up with a small smile and turn sideways to see that half the serum in it has disappeared into my body. I had to stop doubting his affections for me and start appreciating the efforts he was putting in to demonstrate his true self and feelings for me.“What happened between you and the dancer. It's Jonathan, isn't it?” Hunter questions, his eyebrows getting all furrowed, clearly displeased with the very thought of me and Jonathan going out.I give him a wary look. “How do you know so much about this?”“These questions are mine now.” He dictates firmly.I shoot him a glare but answer regardless. “I met him at the community centre. I went to take dance lessons and he is the coordinator of the group.”He doesn’t seem quite satisfied with that “That’s all? I know you’ve been talking to him and you both run on the beach. But you haven’t slept with him.” He says such things as if it were an absolute truth.“How do you know all that? Have you been spying on me?” my voice goes up.“We'l
I slip out of bed and run to the bathroom. The weather here is excellent. The heating must be something I install in my new house. Strange, the bathroom appears different. It must be something with my head. But when I turn on the light, it wasn't all in my head. Hunter did a renovation here for sure.There was only one large sink. Now there is a dark wood counter with two modern white sinks. On the underside of the sinks, where there are four doors, two on each side, are the two letters "H" and “S” in opaque gold. Oval mirrors are divided over the sinks. In the left corner is a Box with a vast and sophisticated shower and touch screen television. And on the right side is a beautiful white bathtub with a greater depth than there was before. The bathroom is spectacular and out of this world. I peer at either side of the two sinks and find my brush still on the tub’s ledge, along with some cosmetics I used daily. Everything is still here.I'm looking at myself in the mirror and trying to
Hunter returns in four days. By then my surprise is halfway done. I have to stop to go to my job interview at Ciário Barcelona, which I am looking forward to.The building is located on the old side of Barcelona with only five floors, but an extension. It is enormous. I identify the secretary the moment I walk in. She gives me a visitor's badge and gives me weird wide-eyed stares. What is her problem?I wait in a room with light-coloured walls and a wooden floor. Indeed, something I expected since the editor-in-chief's base is also made of wood in the newspaper I worked for before. I peer once more at my caramel-coloured leather jacket and jeans to make sure they’re dry enough. I can’t take any more of this rain. I think I will become a frog and have to live in the puddles soon.“Selena Garcia? This way.”A lovely girl in a blue dress-shirt leads me to the last door in the hallway. She says something else, but I don't understand precisely what it is. I step inside the office.“Hi Sele
“Score!” I throw my hands in the air for winning one more point in the ping-pong video game.Hunter is beside me, laughing with disgust that this is his second consecutive game that he’s lost to me.“I have to admit you're good,” he says, looking at me crestfallen, holding his wireless controller up.“As a table tennis player, you are a great football player.” I laugh at him, and he grimaces at me in response. “I need to go home.” I look at my rose-coloured watch that I got from Hunter when we visited his family. “It's getting late.” He looks at me with his puppy-dog eyes.“What if I don't want you to leave?” He grabs me by the waist, trying to seduce me. “I can for gourmet style pizza with jalapenos and pineapple which you like so much,” he says, trying to tempt me with food.“Hahaha, I cannot, despite this offer being very tempting.” I look up, thinking very well on the subject. We've already talked about it though.And how long we talked. We spent hours talking about it, and it's s