The neighbour of tattoos (English version)

Chapter 1

Things don't always go as planned, and that can be a good thing, sometimes.

I need to go out home, or I will be late.

I put on a grey sport pants and a hoodie of the same colour.Furthermore, I let my dark hair down and put on white sneakers.

—Daughter, I am going to your bedroom— shouts my mom.

I hurriedly pack my dress and heels into my bag.

The door opens, and I walk into her, like nothing.

—I leave to Lucía's home — I warn, opening the principal door.

—Okay, be good. By the way, there is a new neighbour, at the door next to us, he's a year older than you. Don't be near him. He's full of tattoos, and it's says that he's in all types of trouble.

—Sure — I smile at her falsely.

I get off the flat and I get into the elevator.

The journey since the fifth floor to the bass, I have time to put on the dress and the heels.

The elevator doors open, and I look into all sides to look for some gossip neighbour.

I walk backwards until the portal to sure that nobody is watch at me, I turn around, and I collide with someone's torso.

—Shit — I murmur, praying it isn't anyone of my neighbours.

I look up, and I see a boy with tattoos.

I sigh quietly and scrutinize him.

He wears all black. He has black hair and what stands out about him are him grey eyes in his tanned skin.Moreover, he has a lot of tattoos.

—Remove cunt — he tells me and I roll my eyes between him impudence. <<Asshole>> — Do you live here or are you hiding from someone? — he asks mockingly.

—I live here. ¿Do you? — I notice his marked jaw.

—Also.

—You are the new, aren't you? — he nods, and I stare at his grey eyes. —Well, then like you will discover, the neighbours are too gossip. I have things to maintain, so I don't want them to see me. — I explain briefly.

—I understand... Have they already talked about me? — asks curious.

— I'm so sorry, new boy. I can't answer, I have to go. — I answer in a fake sorry tone.

I sneak away and go to the street.

I go to the nightclub, where I stayed with my friend, and when I arrive, I found her already half drunk.

—What happened, buddy? — I ask my friend.

—Iria — she hugs me. — Why don't you have a drink and we'll talk? — says dragging the words

I pay attention to her, and we go to the edge of the dance floor, while I take two shots in one gulp.

I ask for a cubata and drink it little bit little.

—Tell me — I tell her while the alcohol reaches my body.

—Martín is also in the nightclub and he hasn't even greeted me, spoken to me, or neared me. —her eyes crystallize over.

—Don't be exaggerated, it's only a guy — I don't rest it importance.

—For you is easy to say because you sleep with someone different every night — she complains.

—Well, I'm going to go over to him, who's actually looking at us right now, and I'm going to tell him to eat your fucking mouth. — I tell her a bit pissed off.

—You won't dare — she threatens me

—Why not? Hold on my cubata.

I give her my drink and I go to Martín.

Lucía is my best friend since we were kids, and if I have to help her, I do.

Lucía has been liking Martín since we were twelve and in six years, she hasn't told him anything, so it's time to act.

Lucía is blonde with clear eyes, all contrary to me. And Martín is ginger with green eyes.

Martín likes her too, but they are two idiots who avoid each other.

I arrive where is he, I grab his of him arm, and he looks me surprise.

—What are you doing, Iria? — I don't pay attention to him.

I pull him to where I left Lucía.

I put them in front each other and they don't look at each other.

—Look at me — I demand and they listen. —. Right now, you are going to solve what you have between you, and you are going to eat your fucking mouth. Roll around, roll a-ro-und. — I turn and go to the bar.

The hours go by, and I'm getting more and drunk.

I get away of the bar, and I'm going to pick up my bag.

Lucía and Martín rolled around and, although they were "hidden", I saw them in the distance. They left one hour later that I put them together.

I leave of the nightclub giving up. There won't be sex today. I didn't find anybody interesting.

I curse all the way to my building and get in quietly.

I kick off the heels and leave the base light off. The old woman's of the first floor are usually attentive in case the light comes on.

No matter what time it is, it seems that they are always awake.

I manage to take the keys to the old janitor's room in my bag.

I go in and lock the door again.

The janitor's room was abandoned some years ago. Time later, I changed the lock and only I, have the key. No one enters as there is a sign prohibiting entry and they can't open the door.

My parents want to be perfect. So, when I want to party I do it without anyone knowing, and if I don't have anyone to "sleep" with I come to sleep in this room, since I lie to them saying I'm at Lucía's house.

I took everything out of the room and made my own room. I have a bed, a dresser and a small shower. Furthermore, I put in a mirror and heating along with air conditioning. The good thing about this room is that it's soundproofed, so I don't make any noise.

I undress and lie down on the bed.

My life is summed up in this. Leaving the house, escaping from my nosy neighbors, partying and fucking so I can continue with the "perfect life" that my mother tries so hard to show.