'He' was his name. At least the name I had given him. I had now been watching him for one year, seventy-five days, twelve minutes and forty-six seconds...forty-seven...forty-eight...forty-nine.... I knew everything about him, I could even tell what he had eaten the night before. How? Walls are always thinner than what we think. When I entered the classroom, he was already there. The lesson was supposed to start in three minutes, but he was already there, waiting for me. Our eyes met, he smiled at me and said hi. I smiled back but didn't say hi. I don't want things to be too obvious, we need to take our time and get to know each other better. The lesson started and I loved it. Today, the theme was forbidden love. To me, forbidden love is the only real love. Danger, adrenaline, passion; all these elements mixed up to create that unique feeling: love.
That was exactly how our relationship was. We lived dangerously. We never really talked to each other except in class, but I knew that it was to protect me, because people could get jealous and try to destroy what we were living. We didn't even need to talk; we already knew what the other was thinking. He could see it in my eyes, and I could see it in his.
The lesson ended. I really loved that subject. Psychology is so exciting, getting to know what's inside the human's brain, being able to manipulate, but also to understand it. I knew what he was thinking and how strong his feelings for me were. We never said, "I Love You". I found it too conventional and I knew that what we had for each other was stronger than those three words. When he left the classroom, he smiled at me. That was our language. That's how we knew that everything was ok.
I discretely followed him to his house and waited for him to get inside the bedroom and open the window. His parents worked at home so they were always there, that's the reason why I couldn't enter with him. He opened the window and started playing our favorite song. I would have loved to be there to sing with him, but I couldn't. I wanted things to be serious between us before I met his parents. The song ended and he sang another one, then another one, and when he was about to start another song, his mother called him. Her name was Cris, just Cris. I found that this name suited her well because she was brief in everything she did, she never showed her feelings and even if he never told me directly, I knew that it was painful to him. I didn't know whether I should wait for him to finish eating or if I should leave. He answered my question when I saw him closing the window. That was also a sign and it meant that he was sorry, but he had to leave and that he loved me. I left.
Once at home, I made pasta, his favorite meal. I know that he was also eating pasta tonight which meant that he was going to be in a good mood tomorrow. I don't know why pasta had this effect on him, but I loved it. His smile was even brighter once he had eaten his favorite meal. After I finished eating, I started studying for school. Even if we were on Friday and I already knew everything, I wanted to be perfect for him. He liked hard-working girls and that's what I was.
Tomorrow, we are going to the beach, Rony, him, and I. Rony is his eight-year-old little sister, she is so cute. I only talked to her once when we "accidently" met at the supermarket and I must admit that she is the cutest little girl I've ever met. Obviously, we didn't meet accidently, he had told me when we were at school that he would go to the supermarket to buy some milk and cereal for his little sister and that it was the occasion for me to meet her. Of course, he didn't tell me directly; he waited for me to pass by the corridor and said it to one of his friends, then smiled at me. I knew what that smile meant.
Once at the supermarket, I waited for him next to the place where they put the milk. Not to make it obvious, I acted as if I wanted to buy milk. When we met, we both faked the surprise and I introduced myself to his sister. She unexpectedly hugged me, and it made me laugh. He apologized for her saying that she was like this with everyone. I could see the embarrassment on his face and if I didn't know him, I could have thought that it was real. He was such a good actor. Rony asked me how I knew her brother and I told her that we went at the same college and that we had some classes together. She asked me if I loved what I was doing, and I nodded. During that time, he was looking for the milk. I didn't know if he really wanted to buy milk or if he just wanted to spend more time with me. When he came back, I asked him what he thought about the psychology lesson of yesterday. He said that he really liked it, but he found it a bit difficult. I got the message, so innocently, I asked him if he wanted me to help him with it someday, but he refused. It almost hurt me, when I remembered that his little sister was there and that we had to keep faking it, so I told him that it was not a problem to me and that I always had time after school. He seemed hesitant, but I smiled at him and he accepted.
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