Professional Prostitute (unedited)

Chapter 16

After practicing the new steps to the dance, the girls and I headed home. It was pretty late around 2 in the morning.  They stopped at a fast food place to get something to eat. I wasn't really hungry, so I decided to go home on foot; it wasn't really far.

As I was walking on one of the streets, I saw an ice cream parlor. But what made me stop and stare inside was Guilherme. He was inside sitting at a booth with another girl. They laughed and the girl fed a spoon full of ice cream into Guilherme's mouth.

The girl had dark olive skin, and luscious black hair. and when she turned her face she looked really pretty. My stomach twisted and turned.

I tried to get home as quick as possible. I walked down the street, quickening my pace. Damn, Manuela. Why are you like this? You have nothing  with Guilherme. A few kisses and that's it. He would never want a prostitute. A future prostitute. But it really didn't matter. What is your problem, You don't want him. Actually, you think you don't want him.

I felt sick to my stomach to have seen that scene. I arrived home, ran into my room and buried my face on my pillow right after throwing myself on the bed.

Even though I didn't like to see  Guilherme with that other girl; it was actually good for me. Yeah good. Good for me to disengage and not delude myself. Guilherme is not for me. Come back to reality.

"Fuckkkk!" I shouted as loudly as I could. I remembered what we had done on the subway; our fake scene. The kiss on the subway. And the kiss on the old building ... Oh my Gosh, that building kiss. I remembered how Guilherme made me laugh and it made me feel good. He was an amazing guy, that deserved an amazing girl ... Like the ice cream parlor girl. ... Beautiful and could  be with him. No pressure from Helen. A normal girl, not a prostitute. Ugh! Why couldn't I have met him before leaving my home? That day he bumped into me on the street, I should've tug his arm and said, "Make me happy!"? Obviously Exaggerated, I should've at least have told him my name, or given him my phone number.

Those are things I should've done. not run. Shit. Shit. Shit.

After talking to my self for a few, I fell asleep.

The next few days were normal. I wanted to pin Guillermo on the wall, literally. Ask who that girl was and why she fed him ice cream. But I didn't have
the right. By the way, I forbade myself from having any other relation with him. I couldn't t afford that. He would always come and try to talk to me. But I avoided him as much as I could. I only said what was necessary to him.

Today, the girls and I organized some things in the house. I was in the living room vacuuming and Guilherme passed by me, he put his hand on my arm and made a discreet signal for me to go to the kitchen.
That's what I did ... hesitantly

Guilherme: "Why are you building a wall between us, Manu? Was my kiss really that bad that you start ignoring me?"

"No, your kisses are amaz..." I didn't allow myself to finish the thought, forcing myself to stop thinking about it what I had seen at the ice cream parlor.