Sorry Mom, I Fell In Love

Chapter 10

After the court, there is a break. I don't know why I chose all classes.
I can't wait to eat my little dish, I was very hungry I throw myself outside, sitting on a long bench that only counts me. It was in a corner hanging on the wall.

I sigh before opening the lunch box despite the looks I have towards me. It doesn't prevent me from worrying for these idiots.

I'm starting to eat a red apple, these is not much in there. She had put cheese and bread, which I hate completely.
I miss my friend Stacy and Cara, sadness comes over me when I suddenly think of them.

At the moment that I arrange my things in the box. A young man come to sit close to me, which to me attention I'm obliged not to look at it, it was not in my style to watch a guy until he comes to my feet. It makes me think of Cara and Stacy, when they saw a handsome boy at school or street often they make any kind of grimace for their draws.
They often battled to see who was the first to win, but Cara loses all the time, because Stacy was more beautiful and attractive.

I feel his eyes on me and I want him to speak to me. It makes me cower.
When I finished, I got up and passed the strap of my suitcase on my shoulder.

-You forget your phone. Said the voice behind my back. While it makes me smile and wearing I feel that it was not for real.
He lies. I turn with the same smile on my face

-Which you learned to lie. I said amused.
He laughs, passing a hand through his wavy hair. Just now I was to scared to look at him.

Now I am facing him, seeing him in the eye. The little devil in me says to me:
it's going to be great I love it for you.

So I shut up that which doesn't amused her, yes he was not that bad, with his oval and admirable face. I like her skin color which makes me think that he is not his country, he has the particular tracts of Latino, her fine lips parted and her small brown eyes stared at me.

So you like it you have to taste happiness said my conscience again.

-No one...
He was always seated, I don't know if he has a body of dreams. The position he takes prevent me from seeing everything, for he voice it was not sweet and he has an accent her language.

I feel the crack sends him, always at a distance from me, he doesn't rise. What was his problem he wore a T-shirt covering a plaid blouse, back jeans wedged between his legs at hmthe waist and at his feet it was a Nike.

-Hi, I'm Miguel Oario and you my beautiful young lady.

What? Is he really Latino. Oh no I'm aware that I knew.

-Robert Leila. I said, butting my lips.
He looks great.

Then he gets up and approaches me. I look at his chest it was a little muscle, his size was normal.
The stars shine in my eyes.

Suddenly the smile fades out replaces the stupor it was not too his legs. I was lame what I didn't like. It's true that perfection doesn't exist but the choice of a guy. What I dream in him was the paramount to at least, slow my friends the super nice kid I have. It would be a proud, because I would like everyone to have a look at my guy, down the line to qualify him as a great guy.