“Well, well, you're beautiful, here you go.” My aunt said, getting up from the couch, her mischievous attitude lessening the tension in the atmosphere."Me too. Mom must be asking about me” he imitated Brenda's actions; Gus wiped her sweaty palms with her pants, “I promise to come back later to see how you're doing.”I kept his smile in my soul.“Okay, I'll see you later.” I hesitated because she was still trembling; I felt cold and my body couldn't assimilate the fear.They said goodbye to everyone, and left, giving free rein to the tense and oppressive atmosphere of the room."And good?" I asked sipping my tea.“You are grounded, Rose Elizabeth Sharman.” Mom grumbled with her arms on her hips, dancing one foot in impatience."I deserve it." I sank into the sofa drinking all the tea in one gulp."Mrs. Sharman, Rose just wanted to help, being a police officer has been her dream since she was little," O'Callaghan consolidated compassionately, "Don't be so hard on her. If it weren't for
“Everything this time has been you.” I denied hurt, feeling a knot in her chest.“My intentions were to be free, not to hurt you.”"Be free?" I spat as rage took over me, I laughed suffering and accepting the truth, “Look at my room, you knew what mom has sacrificed to live in comfort… And that didn't stop you from destroying it. Tell me, did you have fun tearing up our photo album?”He denied regretfully.“I'll fix it.” he promised pleadingly.“I wish you could do that with our friendship.”“Rose, I'm your friend.”"Ages." I corrected and my own voice burned.“I never meant to hurt you.”“It's ironic that you say that when you've already destroyed half my life.”"Forgive me."“Just because of that word, mistakes are made, you never told me the truth and you thought you would solve it; your lack of sincerity, my trust and our friendship; with a big Forgive me. “It’s insulting.” I hiccupped to swallow back a sob.“Please put yourself in my shoes, I didn't want to put myself in danger,
"What about you?" he sounded offended.I cringed at the way his jaw contracted.“Well, well, well, it doesn't matter,” my aunt coughed falsely, “Honey, I have to go, but I'm not going to leave him alone, he'll stay with you, right?”“Auntie, it's not necessary…”“Done, I'll stay, you can go quietly.” He declared without emotion, he stood on the couch looking at the door.She assimilated everything with her mouth open.“Excellent, I'm leaving,” she announced, approaching me, “Thank goodness in love if you have good tastes. You want to be Photoshop and retouch it, retouch it, and retouch it again.”“Auntie, please.” I growled, glaring at her with my brown eyes.“You say goodbye to your mother.” She walked, shaking her hips as she walked towards the door. Which I closed in the nose when she was about to blow a kiss to Edrien.No, I wouldn't be more embarrassed."Future boyfriend?" His hardened face demanded an explanation from me.I sighed in resignation and sat down on the large sofa."
“With Monica?”This had to be a bad joke.“Yes, young lady, your room is on the third floor, hallway B, door 27.” The receptionist friendly informed me, handing me the keys to my new room.Room that I would share with Monica.Definitely, the universe hates me with all its dimensions."Thank you." I sputtered, taking the pair of keys, and following his instructions I find the door. I insert the key and it opens with ease.The room contained two beds, one clean and intact and the other messy and well used. It wasn't difficult to know which one was mine.I settle in my space, and I thank the institute for having created large rooms, I put my clothes in the closet, I personalized my half of the room and two hours after finishing I decide to take a shower, today we would not have classes due to moving.The bathroom turned out to be better than expected, large, clean, neat and fresh. A bath in the tub was an unavoidable option.The foam surrounded my body and the warm water massaged my anat
"It's a joke?" I gasped breathlessly, shocked by her proposition."No."I smiled, “When?”“Tomorrow, after class,” I nodded, too smiling. He holds back a chuckle and hardens his handsome features, “For now, come with me.”“It's just… Grean agreed to take me to my suite.” she uttered nervously and hesitantly.“I’ll do it, come on.” She began to walk believing that she would follow him.“Edrien.” I called him almost shouting, he was very far away.He turns to face me and frowns when he sees that I wasn't keeping up with him."That?"“Wait for me,” I denied, smiling, walking until I reached his side, “Shall we go to my suite or will you take me somewhere else?”He shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, looking around arrogantly.“Where do you want to go?”My inner self was jumping because I was in charge of the plans.“Um…” I mumbled thoughtfully, then clicked my tongue, “Do you have a favorite place in the whole world?”"I have it." he responded satisfied."Can you sho
“You kissed what?” I asked totally perplexed.It couldn't be true.“He kissed me.” she admitted, wanting to cry.What a shitty Monday."But what…?" I left the doubt in the tense sigh.She snatched the keys from me and approached to open the door on her own. Entering like Pedro through her house. I followed him and looked at Monica's side. She wasn't there, what Edrien gossiped about me turned out to be true. Monica doesn't spend the nights in her room. Suspicious.I stared at his empty bed more than I should, wondering which one would be sleeping. A plaintive sigh emerges from Abby drawing my concern to her in a second.She sat on my bed rubbing her hands over her face, frustrated.“Is he such a bad kisser?” I tried to joke with no chance of being successful at it.“No… it's… he… I…” you said half-heartedly, short-circuiting, shouting irritated for not knowing how to express yourself, “It shouldn't have happened! Not with him!”“Calm down, surely it was an impulse or he just kissed yo
Idiotized Tuesday.Why doesn't life love me?Okay, we better find out how big the universe is, which is easier, and then we get to the difficult part.I snorted bitterly, tying my boots as if I hated them. I grimace when I cut off blood circulation to my foot. Gosh, I tied them up too much! I huff and puff and undo the knot without wanting to put it back together.With my tennis shoes ready, as well as my entire physical appearance, I leave the room and don't stress about hiding my sleepiness. I did not sleep at all. And neither did Monica because she never arrived.The first person I was able to run into in the hallways is Gus. I avoid him, he made a gesture of greeting me, but the truth is that I don't want to know about him. For a while.I find my box and I leave my things in it, I take the books that I will need in today's classes.Physical. Chemistry. Language. Sociology.The formula of happiness.Underline sarcasm."What a face."I almost fell from fright. Next to me, leaning on
Maybe it's the sugar in the ice cream that has sweetened it because he's so close, I can feel his breath hitting my corners. My lips throb eager to be touched by him. He continues to reduce the space. And I sensed it would happen. I even closed my eyes to sharpen the touch.Nothing.Nothing happened."Fuck." I heard him mumbling in annoyance.I raise my eyelids suddenly and it's not there. I hear heavy footsteps on the metal of the stairs. Was going. I wouldn't chase him. Not now with my face on fire.It was so close. So inches away from a big kiss.I take a deep breath, looking up at the sky. I was so close. I exhale frustrated. My lips are still burning from wanting her taco. My cheeks also burn with shame.I resign myself and continue my ice cream, I don't know if it was, if he would move away or if he would distance himself. Of course I would.I had already finished my ice cream when I go to the penultimate step and I see him leaning on the alley wall, looking at the people passin
Three days later…“Champagne or wine?” the waiter asks us.I contemplate the options, taking a while to choose one.Wine or Champagne?The wine tastes very good.Champagne is also very good.Which one I choose?“We will choose white wine.” Edrien responds, tired of waiting for my decision or dealing with my indecision.I smile at him and nod.It will be wine this time.The waiter takes down the request and immediately disappears.Deep breath.I'm nervous, I can feel my heart in my mouth. Why was she? She was having an official date with Edrien. After what happened, after being close to the limit, he has paid more attention to me, he has insisted on spending time together. I love this new Edrien.He smiles at me, raising an eyebrow."That?" I emit, because I feel that I am unconsciously doing something I shouldn't."Just relax." he sends laughing.His laugh helps me with what he asks of me.It's not the only thing he's asked of me. My mother and I are still in her den. She didn't want
Time is wasting away. It is exhausted and lost.Every minute back meant a chance to save them.Aaron has done his best to send reinforcements, but they are simply slow to arrive, and as a work of mysterious fate the other five boys outside have lost their connections with us. We only know about the three of them.I am affected by nerves, my mind is clouded, no rational idea passes through it, I want to help him, I want him back. Just imagining that a bomb could annihilate everyone in a matter of milliseconds ate me away, killed me in some way.About six minutes have passed, nothing has happened, Monica seems to be waiting for something, Edrien trusts his advisor, Aaron, in some sense their arms are tied, they cannot move without the trigger threatening to shoot them. It's hard to catch her.But it baffles me that they act so peaceful. For God's sake, a bomb will explode and turn them into dust!"What will they do?" He looked at Aaron asking for an answer.He frowns, crosses his arms.
Edrien is not one of those boys who liked to go around exposing their love to the public eye, not at all, he was affectionate when alone, he never left his role as a 'serious boy with no feelings' for anyone, ever.Until now, I smile into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, bringing him closer, deepening the kiss. I understand why the discomfort, he was doubting whether or not to kiss me in front of everyone.He put aside his reputation for me, to show me that he did care.I focus on his lips and chasing his rhythm, I never managed it, it was very slow but wild, I would go crazy, he descends to my lower lip and bites it without stopping the kiss. That tug steals a weak gasp from me. It was already in his hands, or literally, in his mouth.He, very advantageously, takes advantage of my half-open mouth and enters his wet tongue to explore it, he knows what he's doing, he knows what I want because he brushes his cold piercing along my tongue, I hold my breath and release it in cl
Who the hell leaves the window open with the tremendous sun lurking?I question myself, covering my face with the pillow, my eyes hurt and the glare of the sun's rays doesn't want me alive.I groan because I woke up and I won't be able, no matter how hard I try, to go back to sleep. I'm lucid but the memories of last night come and go like flashes without order. I'm alone in bed and I find out something important.I'm wearing an Edrien t-shirt, I remember, but I don't know how it came into my possession. At least I have my underwear on. Does that mean nothing delicious happened last night? Yes, that and the painful memory that invades my mind.“Rose, you're drunk.” Edrien repeats between kisses, his mouth says something else. His kisses speak for themselves.It is so intense to feel him on top of me, his hands are on my sides pretending to be the sheet. She growls because I nibble on her lower lip.However, he walks away like any spoilsport leaving me wanting.“I don't take advantage
“Monica?” I exclaimed open-mouthed.It just can't be. It is absurd, impossible and unusual. How could it be her? If she also looks for the culprit.Eliécer has to be telling another of his lies.“No, that can't be it, she…” Freck gasps, stunned, just like everyone else.I cover my mouth with my hand, I can't believe it.Eliécer reiterates it.“Monica killed Aly, and that role of a friend devastated by the death of her best friend is pure theater.”Freck gasps in confusion, looks at him again, perplexed, mutters incoherently, rubbing his face with his palms, he is processing everything. He points to her.“You have proof.”Eliécer smiles at him.“I am the only witness, I saw how everything happened, now prepare to know what exactly happened…” he looks at the interrogator, “Call my brother, I will tell everything.”Edrien points at Grean and orders:“Find Monica and stop her,” he bellows, opening the door, he takes a look at me, “You, don't leave here.”A complaint remains on my tongue,
He was suffering a mini-cardiac arrest."What did he say?" through the heavens, even my voice trembled.Mom must have been very angry, my punishment when I return will be longer than a maximum sentence. Oh, I messed it up universally.“She is proud of her daughter.”If I haven't been sitting, I insist that I was spread out on the floor."As?" article in case I heard wrong.“She is proud of you,” she repeats, “of how brave and fair you are, of your guts for defending the innocent and doing justice. “She is proud of the righteousness she has as a daughter.”An involuntary smile leaves me.“He really said all that, like that, with those words.”Understand me, it is not easy to believe in that.“No, but he meant it like I told you.”He steals a giggle from me. I feel so good in his company.“Thank you, for everything, for my mother, for being here. For all." I get up and hug him, I love feeling him close, that the only air is that of his perfume and that the only sound is that of our brea
"I want to see them."How demanding Grean was as a deputy boss.I'm looking for the video that Abby recorded where The Zanni confess the truth.“Here it is, it's a video, it was when we infiltrated the vaults.” I hand him my phone and the video starts playing.We were silent, we all heard even Abby and I's mini-conversations. Right at the exact point of the confession, Brighella is clearly heard saying, “Besides, you servants know what we are capable of, or I remind you Aly that she ended up underground as a traitor.”Everyone is shocked. Grean gives me my cell phone back.“And we are studying the cases of Aly and Zach separately.” I muttered indignantly.“At first Aly was not linked to them, now… She is a girl who murders her.”"How do you know?"“Security cameras at The Moon that he can and have checked. I have the copy here” I raise my cell phone, “The quality of the video is crap and you can't see much, but Gus saw it before passing out drunk. The police processed him as a visual
My head hurts.My body seems dead in life.It's not that big of a deal, it's exaggerated, leave the drama behind.Consciousness, always ruining my leading role. Anyway, I continue.I was dying, my muscles were stiff, it hurt to move.Ignoring all this, I open my eyes a little, my retinas are sensitive, my vision is blinded and I lower my eyelids again. My head will explode if I try it again.The dryness in my mouth expands to my throat, speaking will be a challenge.I lick my lips and they are rough, what happened to me?I hear voices, two male voices talking about something that doesn't even interest me, I focus on opening my eyes again without getting dizzy. I grit my teeth because of the sharp pain in my head, everything spins, the ground is unstable, but in moments everything stops and stays that way, as it should be.I do not know where I am.There are gray walls, lights, devices and I find myself lying on a stretcher, I keep my clothes. At least I'm not naked.Well, the dizzines
“Priscilla?” I repeat confused.Better let's apply the old reliable: act crazy.I remember putting on makeup that night, I even combed my hair differently, now I didn't have a drop of cosmetics on my complexion and my tangled hair would work in my favor.Come on, Rose, show the protagonists of the soap operas you've seen what you've learned, bring out your best performance.He's going to say something, I won't let him.“Sorry, but I don't know you, I'm sure you got the wrong house. And no Priscila lives around here, have a good afternoon.” I want to close the door in her face, she objects by putting her hand out.“Excuse me, I'm Kevin Lowell” he holds out his hand to me, I look at him suspiciously however I accept it, “I probably confused you, I'm looking for Roselin. You are…?"“Her daughter,” I confess and her hand loosens its grip, her face is another problem, I let go of her hand and scratch my uncomfortable neck, “she's not here, but if she wants, leave her the message.”"His dau