We Belong Together

(IX.) Sweet & Sour

AUTHOR'S NOTE
I have to wrote that. I am really appreciate to my loyal readers, who always leave me a feedback (vote and/or comment)- there are not many, but know who they are.
I alredy wrote two fanfics about MM and they were and still are readed. I know here are lot of Marquez's fans and supporters, and not that much Lorenzo's or other. I think that the story is most important, not just who are the main roll. If you like the story, you like characters. It is not important if this is Marc, Jorge, Alex, Vale or any other. We all love MotoGP and we all love riders. They deserve respect and support. Like we all writers here on Wattpad. I do need your support, your feedback.
When I got the idea of writing We Belong Together, I was really struggling with myself if I should start posting it or not. Why? Because I was convinced that this fanfic wouldn't be that succesfull as were Love on Holiday & Trying Not To Love You. I am not surprised of bad interest for this book, but it makes me sad. I am thinking of stop writing it, even if I really want to take it to the end. Not because of non-readers, but because of myself, respect & support to Jorge and of handful of people who like this story. And Jorge :)
I don't want to bother you anymore, I just ask you to help me continue this.
Some of parts do have 33 (more/less) views, but it has 2 or less votes. I don't know why. Is it really that bad? So if you read the part and if you like it, press that little star below and give me a support. Thank you very much <3

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"Before New Year?!?!?!?!" Lucia shouts, when I tell her what an absurd idea my fiancé has. "Mhm," I say and look out the window in the dark Sunday night. I am talking with Lucia on the phone, as we did years ago. We hung on the phones for hours by passing the time and pounding the minutes and amount on the bill.

"What did you answer him?"
"That I think it's too fast and let's wait until spring."
"Yes of course. At least. Have you thought about what kind of wedding dress you would have?"
"Uhm... not actually. I am not even thinking about a wedding. My thoughts are everywhere else than in wedding," I confess and bite my lip.
"Are you saying that... Cristina, do you even want to marry?" Lucia seriously asks.
"Someday," I answer shortly. My friend on the other side of the line makes a long sigh. "I want to know everything," she said then.
"He slept here. And now that Andres won't be here for two weeks, he'll possible do it many times," I say and my heart jumps.
"Why did you agree to the wedding?"
"I am young and stupid. We may be getting married."
"Tina. Listen to me. You are not in a shop where you can decide between sweet and sour candies. Or one or the other."
"Jorge is definitely sweet," I chuckled. Lucia sighs again and I am sure that she rolled her eyes. "You're old enough, but you might regret it," she said wisely. "Thanks, Lu. I have to finish, I have lessons in the morning. See you, okay?"
"Fine, be good."
"Same, sleep well."
"Good night," she replies and hang off.
I put down the phone, then I wash my teeth and lie in the bed.

In the morning I wake up a few minutes before the alarm clock. I feel good again. I wear a dark red dress with long sleeves, nylon stocking and black stiletto shoes. I prepare coffee and eat breakfast, then I go to work.
The lessons go very fast, the pupils work in groups and Adrian is the leader in his. He is very good and works perfectly.
At the end of the lesson I stand with Julia and another teacher on the hall and chat, when Jorge comes. My heart jumps when I see him.
"Good afternoon," he greets. "Miss Alba, can we talk?" he asks seriously, but I see that sparkle in his eyes. "Of course. Come with me," I say and I think about place, where we can be alone. I remember the technical room in the basement. "Excuse us," I say my colleagues and walk toward the staff room. Jorge follows me with no words. During this time, there are many teachers and other workers at the school, including the principal, so we have to be very careful. Instead of going to the staff room, I walk down stairs, first look at the café where luckily there is nobody.
Then I try the door of the technical room. it's unlocked. I step in quickly and he right after me. He presses me against the wall, so I let the markbook to the floor. I grab him for the hem of his jacket and we kiss passionately. "I miss you. I want you," he says, kissing me on my neck. "Come to me today again," I say when he kisses me again.
"Today? What about Andres?"
"He went for a trip for two weeks."
"Okay. I was thinking to invite you on a date," he said and fixed my hair. I nod cheerfully. "Perfect. I'll pick you up at six, okay?"
"I'll wait for you," I say and kiss him.
After a couple of minutes of passion, we slowly return to the café.
"Thank you for taking the time," he said when two teachers entered the café. "No problem. Adrian is very exemplary pupil and he doesn't cause any problems," I answer when we shake hands. "Thanks again, goodbye," he said and smiled. He look at other teachers and nod them, then he left. They are undressing him with their eyes.
"Hey, Alba. This was Lorenzo, right?" the younger, sports teacher asks. "That's right," I say and take the markbook. "Do you know if he's single?" she asks again. "I don't think so. See you," I say and leave.
Just when I walk in the staff room, my phone rings. It's Andres.
"Hello?" I answer. "Hey, sweetie. Today's flight was postponed to tomorrow morning. May I ask you to take me to the airport?"
I delay for a while, but then I say: "Okay, I can. At what time?"
"Five in the morning."
"That early?"
Great, my plans for today's date was lost.
"Mhm, but if you can't..." he starts offended, but I quickly interrupt him: "No, there is no problem at all. I'll pick you up."
"If you have time, you can come after work and we spend the night together."
"Thanks for the invitation, but I need to prepare the material for tomorrow's lessons. See you in the morning," I say and hang off.
I write a message to Jorge and cancel today's date.
He immediately answers me.