Everybody Wants To Be A Gangster

Chapter 18

“Natty”, I said.

“Yes?” she said.

“Nothing. I just wanted to hear your voice”, I said.

She blushed and looked away. She is cute.

“You’re cuter than usual when you blush”, I said smirking.

She became even more flustered.

“Please stop Gustavo”, she said.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it”, I teased pulling her into a hug.

She buried her face away from me. I chuckled. Some girls should be less slutty and maybe then they’ll have a more committed serious relationship. That’s why Natasha caught my attention. I swear to dios that I never had met a girl like her. I needed to tell her that I love her. I couldn’t keep it in anymore. It was slowly killing me. Every time I saw her I just wanted to tell her. I didn’t want to let her escape.

“Natasha, I want to tell you something”, I said.

“What?” she said as her eyes seemed to change color.

“Can you go on a date with me this fin de semana?” I said.

“Yeah, definitely”, she answered eagerly.

I chuckled at her enthusiasm. She grinned at me and kissed my cheek. What would I do without her? The good thing about school is the fact that I found her. I still remember when I met her. She had worried herself over a stranger. I can honestly say she caught my attention that instant. She was like an angel. When the weekend came I was nervous. I was freaking out. What if she rejected me? No. You got this. It’s a ll cool.

“Antonio, today is the day”, I stated.

“You’re going to tell her that you love her?” he said.

“Yeah. Can I borrow your low-rider?” I said.

“Sure. It’s out in the back. Good luck bato”, Antonio sincerely said.

“Thanks dude”, I said.

 I made sure that I looked and smelled good. My cologne wasn’t overwhelming so that’s a good sign. I spiked my dark brown hair in the front and I noticed my black velvet eyes no longer held sadness. I smiled. Natasha is good for me. I might not deserve her but I’ll try my best. I walked out of the house and looked for the low-rider. It was a beauty. The paint job had blue and green but it had a glossy sheen under the lamp’s light. I jumped in, instead of opening the door. I drove to her house and honked. I climbed out of the car so I could open the door for her. When she came out I was already holding the door open. She took my breath away. Her golden-brown skin glowed underneath her jeans and shirt. Her curves had my mouth watering. Her coppery-brown hair was in a side braid and her clear brown eyes sparkled in the dim light. She was simply gorgeous.