C4

When I got home, I went straight to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. I had a few days when I didn't cook, I just had a good time ordering fast food and, although I knew it wasn't healthy, I had no other choice. I opened the fridge just to make sure I had almost nothing anymore. Great, I would have to shop again. I left the kitchen and went to my room, took off the clothes I was wearing and put on my pajamas. I took some money from my drawer and left my apartment. Living alone was a little tired, I obviously had my freedoms but more responsibilities. In the hallway I found Agatha, getting out of the elevator.

"America, she was just coming to your house," she was wearing a short dress that adhered to her body and high-heeled ankle boots.

"I'm going to the supermarket on the corner, will you join me?"

"Okay, did you know Tommy is having a party in his apartment today?"

We both went into the elevator.

"I didn't know."

"Well, I wanted to see if you can go with me." Agatha swayed back and forth in the same place. How to look innocent.

"Agatha..."

"Now we won't go far, it's four doors from your apartment," he winked at me.

"I'll think about it," when the doors open, we both go out. It was already dark, it was a little cold. "If you let me go in my pajamas if I go," I bothered her a little when I crossed the street.

"Neither do you exaggerate, just put on something comfortable."

When we entered the supermarket, we took a cart and started shopping. Agatha helped me choose certain things, as she lived with her aunt, she knew more about shopping.

"I already told you, the stall in the bookstore is waiting for you."

"If they don't call me these days, I'll have to accept it," I was saddened by the fact that maybe I wasn't good enough to be in one of those successful companies. I knew my abilities and I knew I had opportunities. But the other people didn't look at him.

"Let's hope so."

We pour milk, eggs, bread, among other things. Besides, I couldn't afford to buy a lot because the only thing that accompanied me was a hundred dollars. In addition, I had to buy brochures and pay for classes at the university. God, how stressful.

"Will we take this?" Agatha took a bottle of wine and showed it to me.

I looked at it badly.

"It's super expensive," I advanced with the cart.

"We'll take it," she added it to the other things. When I got to the box, I was grateful that it was empty so they took care of us quickly. Walter was in the box, he was the son of the manager of the supermarket.

"Hello, Walter," I greeted him. He was tall, white complexion and with a good body, it seemed that he had started going to the gym.

"Hello, America," he greeted me back, but his gaze passed to Agatha and he became nervous. I could notice it. In addition to the fact that whenever I came to the supermarket, Walter asked me about her— Hello, Agatha.

"Hello," my friend replied without the slightest interest.

I felt sorry for the boy.

I took the things out of the cart so that Walter could pass them on that strange thing that beeps.

It's 56 dollars and forty cents.

I gave him my hundred bill with a lot of pity.

Walter paid himself, but he gave me back fifty dollars.

"Wait..." I started telling him.

"Let's leave it in fifty," he interrupted me, winking.

"Well... thank you," I took two bags while Agatha helped me with one. "See you, Walter."

"Goodbye, America." Goodbye, Agatha.

"Goodbye, boy," was the only thing Agatha answered.

"Why are you like that with Walter?" I asked him when we went out on the street.

"As well?"

"You act defensively with him."

"Not at all, I act normally." Just like anyone else.

"Not with Peter."

Peter, I like it.

Walter likes you.

"I didn't notice it."

"But it's like that."

I heard that he sighed.

"Walter is cute, but he's not my type," he shrugged.

We crossed the street.

"He looks like a good boy," compared to all the boyfriends he has had. Walter liked it for her, I think he would value her. But Agatha didn't notice it. I think he was only attracted to the boys who would break his heart.

•

When we arrived at my apartment, we leave the bags in the kitchen and go to my room. Music could be heard in the distance, I guess it's in Tommy's apartment. I just hoped that the neighbors would not call the police because of the scandal they could be making. Tommy's parties used to be very daring and there was everything. When I say everything, it's everything.

"I'll see if I can find anything comfortable," I started looking in my closet.

"Can I tell you a secret?" he lay down in my bed with his cell phone.

"Tell me."

I took a short skirt and a long-sleeved shirt.

"I don't bring panties," he laughed.

I looked at it badly.

"Why?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

I didn't even want to imagine what I planned to do today while I was like this. I took off my pajamas and put on my skirt along with my shirt. I took some ankle boots without a heel. My hair was a mess so I combed it a little and let it go.

"I think I'm ready," I told her.

She stood up and went to my mirror, taking a jar of mascara.

"Make up a little," he started putting mascara on my eyelids.

"You know I don't like it so much."

"Once you won't like it."

He put a little blush on my cheeks and paints pink lips. Agatha took from my perfume with the smell of honey and threw herself, then threw herself at me.

"I will always tell you that I like your perfume."

"Come on."

We left my apartment and went to Tommy's, more teenagers were coming out of the elevator and coming to the same party. Agatha knocked on the door twice, a girl opened us.

"Hello!" Come in! - we all go inside. I was too crowded with people. The music was heard too loud, there were beers here and there. The lights were off, there were only neon lights in blue that more or less illuminated us.

"Where will Peter be?" Agatha asks me above the noise.

"Agatha!" a voice behind our back made us spin. Tommy and Peter came there. Agatha started kissing Peter taking him who knows where. I knew she would leave me alone.

"America, I didn't think you would come." Tommy approached. He had a red glass in his hand.

"I was bored in my house," I replied, someone pushed me by and brought me closer to Tommy. "I'm sorry."

"Come with me," he took me by the hand and took me who knows where. We went through the living room until we reached the kitchen where there was only one dim light and about two couples out there. I was speechless when I saw what a couple was doing near the fridge. The girl was sitting on the kitchen countertop and the boy had his hand between his legs. The girl triad skirt so I assumed it was easier for him. For God's sake! I was sure I was sticking my fingers in him. "Excuse me for seeing that." Tommy now took me somewhere else, it was a kind of balcony." "We can talk better here."

"Where do you think Agatha and Peter got in?" I wanted to know, taking a quick look. From here I could see the balcony of my apartment.

"Well... maybe they're in some room out there," he shrugged.

"We both know that Peter is only using it," I turned my eyes.

He didn't say anything because he knew it was true.

"I don't know Peter's feelings," he approached dangerously. "But I do know mine."

"What do you mean?" I walked away.

"You're driving me crazy, America, that's what I've wanted to tell you all this time." That you turn me on every time I look at you. Like right now, with that skirt you're wearing.

My breathing shook at what he said.

"Can you let me kiss you?"

I didn't know what to answer, deep down maybe I also wanted to try. Just to try it.

"N-I can't, Tommy," I tried to surround him, but he got in my way. "do you know what I've discovered about you?" he asked.

"What?" I looked at him.

"You don't have to ask yourself things with you, just act." And in a quick movement he took me by the back of the neck and kissed me. It was a strange kiss, half passionate. It tasted like beer and cigarettes. He put a hand on my waist to attract me more to him, but then that hand went down under my skirt, touching my buttocks.

I separated immediately.

"Tommy, no," I pushed him, passing him aside this time and returning to the party in search of Agatha.