CHAPTER 13

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Flavio


- Dear remember that in the dinner there are cookies, eat when you feel like it, in the refrigerator there is everything but do not let Carlos take the sweets from the door, he will be with the neighbor's son until three o'clock, your clothes must be fixed in your room and finally call the plumber, I don't know what happens with the pipes - my mother explains everything I have to do in her absence, she is on duty at the hospital and Dad will not come until tomorrow night.

When Elena leaves, I go to my room to fix my clothes in the closet, I check the time it is two in the afternoon, as time passes, I put everything in its place, then like a spy, I sneak into the kitchen in search of those cookies, Elena Rosalvo and Sara, Ciara's mom make the best cookies I've ever had in my entire existence.

Ciara has been a bit removed from the group these days. Could it be that I made my confession too soon and is that why she wants to distance herself? Would he become one of them? I put that thought away from me.

I take the white jar and like a cookie, its taste cannot be described as rich. As I go for the second cookie, I pluck up the courage to send a message to Cia.

"You can come, I need you"

Your reply comes immediately.

"Sure, I'm going there"

While waiting I go to the bathroom to see how I am, hair fine, face clean, immaculate glasses, presentable clothes, perfect. I hear a knock on the door and I go quickly to open it, I still don't know why I sent that message. She appears before me and looks as beautiful as ever, she wears a pleated skirt with a short-sleeved blouse, her loose hair is a curtain down her back.

Let's see what excuse I make.

—Hi Flavio, why did you call me? - She asks, going to the living room.

—To .. uh .. study if that, you know the end is near so I thought it is better to be prepared from now on - at the end I smile hoping he believed me, I think it sounded convincing.

- Ok, where do you want to start? - His answer reassures me.

—Art.

After half an hour studying in silence I pluck up my courage and ask.

—Why have you been away these days?.

— What do you mean ?.

— The group misses you - I miss you. I think it but I don't say it.

—Ah, well I've been busy tutoring Steven, nothing special- she answers.

—Ah, that's excellent. ¿Do you want a snack? Suddenly I got hungry.

—It's okay.

We go into the kitchen and I look for the cookie jar and a couple of juices, I'm closing the refrigerator when the silence breaks.

—Why did you like Flavio? - He asks with an expression of surprise.

—It is not obvious ? You are one of the best people I know, with you I can be me, you are beautiful even if you think otherwise, you make me feel full Ciara Contreras - I confess, looking into her eyes. Why do I like her? What a strange question! - I'm going to tell you something: I fell in love with Tatiana - before such a confession she widens her eyes in surprise - yes with her, and I took the courage to let her know, but she played with my feelings, she made me believe that she loved me and then in front of Everyone told me it was just a game and he would never notice someone like me, but with you I don't have that fear, I believe in you and I am waiting patiently for you, when you are ready, look for me - it is the most sincere thing that I have entrusted to him.

When I finish speaking I notice two tears that invade my favorite blue eyes, so I take the audacity to brush them off with my thumbs as I ask.

—My little bear was moved by my tragedy?.

— Yes, I cannot believe how there is so much cruelty in a person, sometimes I would like to have powers and use them against those who do us harm.

— I agree with you Cía.

—I hate you, you made me cry - he's already in a better mood, he's smiling and I'm stupid watching every gesture.

—No, you don't hate me, you love me the way I love you - I affirm and we stare into her eyes, these having the most pleasant connection and feeling the tension rise between us - Ciara, can I ask you something?.

–Tell me.

— Would I become a phony if I kissed you right now? - I am eager to taste your lips.

—Yes, you would.

—Well don't worry, I pay the penalty.

Immediately one of our lips, by inertia we begin to move them awkwardly looking for synchronicity, when we find her it is Ciara who first enters her tongue into my oral cavity, which surprises me but does not displease me, I do the same by passing my hands from her cheek to the back of her head to get more depth, she does not stay still, I feel her hands go down my back bringing my body closer to her, when when she does, she directs them up to my neck and wraps her arms around, We get up from the chairs and I take her up on the table, which she agrees, the tension rises every second between the two of us and it is gratifying, I spread her legs and get between them to have more access to my favorite blonde, actually I have no intention of taking this kiss further, since she needs time, I feel like the song Devil in you sounds from one side and it is her phone.

–No- she growls, so that nobody likes to be bothered.

–Don't answer - I say as I join our foreheads and pout.

–It's mom, it may be important - she says and takes the phone - hi mom, if I'm fine, it's not that I had a dance session, you know she ended up tired, yes goodbye mom - and hangs up.

–What did he say to you - just asking to annoy you.

—He asked me why his beloved daughter sounded like she had run a marathon, for two I said about the dance, in fact I have to go back apparently there is a water leak in the bathroom and they have notified her.

–Too bad - I pout again - and what a coincidence here there is a leak in the kitchen and I have not called anyone yet.

– Of course you called someone.

–To who? .

–Me - she says with a mischievous smile and now she is the one who takes the initiative.

Kisses me.


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