Chapter 5

Eduardo

I get to her and notice that when her friend sees me, she looks at me in amazement and that means one thing: they were talking about me and I don't feel at all surprised by that. I would really like to know what is going through this girl's head.

— Gabi, what happened, are you okay? — I hear my angel getting worried about her friend.

— Hi, professor — Gabriela says, looking at me, and I see my angel tense up, as if I affect her. I hope so. Little does she know that it affects me too.

— Hello, girls, how are you? — I ask, soon sitting next to Gabriela. Because if I stay close to Mel, I don't think I'll be able to control myself. I have to be more careful, I don't want her to be talked about at school.

— Well, professor. — he responds looking at my Mel, as she barely looks at me and it's driving me crazy. From the moment I met this girl, my life turned upside down. I want to look at her forever.

— And Miss Melissa, how are you? — I question, looking at her and end up smiling. I realize that her gaze is stuck in my mouth.

— Oh, I am. I was distracted — she responds, looking away. Did he think about me?

—What were you thinking? — I ask, looking at that mouth and I imagine what it would be like to kiss those lips, to suck her mouth. Just having these types of thoughts makes me instantly hard.

— Nothing, teacher, school stuff — she says, barely looking into my eyes. But for a moment, her gaze meets mine and I see that her soul is innocent, and at that moment I feel bad for liking her. — What do you think of school?

— This is a good school. But tell me, is this your last year here? — I question, still enchanted by her gaze.

— Yes, this is my last year — she responds as if she wants to run away from here and I don't blame her for that.

— Do you intend to take a course or go straight to college? — I ask in an attempt to know more about her. I want to ask if she has a boyfriend, but I can't. As much as I want to, I shouldn't.

— I don't know yet, professor — my angel replies, still looking at me. I note that some students may be curious to know why a teacher is at the table with the students. That's where nasty comments come in.

— And you, Miss Gabriela? — I ask and see that she hesitates to answer. This is typical of teenagers who still don't know what they want to be.

— I don't know either, professor — he replies.

We were all silent. What I would like most was to be able to stay here with her and talk more, but I've already seen some teachers looking at me curiously and I decide to leave and visit other tables with other students. A little reluctantly, but it will be necessary so that no one suspects anything.

— Well, I'm going to leave you, girls, and I'm going to talk to the teachers — I say. I notice that my angel looks into my eyes and her expression changes, showing that she doesn't like it at all. Is Melissa having feelings for me or is it just me? I get up and turn my back.

— Mel, what is that face? — Gabriela asks, but I'm already moving away and I can't hear her answer.

I go close to a teacher I hadn't met yet. We started talking and she was actually quite friendly. I feel like I'm being watched. I look around and see that my angel is the one looking at me. She is still uncomfortable.

I continue talking to teacher Leticia, I ask questions about the school and she tells me everything. I'm happy to see that the school is really good. I see my angel leaving with her friend, and I want to run after her, take her by the arms and show that I'm not interested in anyone but her.

I say goodbye to the teacher and go straight to the other students' tables, trying to fit in. At first they think it's strange, but in the end, we're all laughing and having a nice chat. Soon the bell rings and we all go back to the room. For the rest of the morning I didn't see my angel again. Which was a shame.

The exit bell rings, the students say goodbye quickly, eager to leave the school. I pack all my things and go to the parking lot, get in my car and head home, always thinking about Melissa, who never leaves my mind. Her perfume feels like it's on me, as if it were permeated into my body.

I go straight to my room, take off my clothes and change into something more comfortable. I keep thinking about everything that happened. My cell phone rings, I look at the display and see that it's my friend, Lucas.

— Well, well, those who are alive always show up — I say as soon as I answer the call.

— Now, how are you, hot teacher? — he scoffs and rolls his eyes.

- I am fine! Tell me, do you miss me? — I tease, laughing.

— You're definitely an idiot — he says, making me laugh even more.

— I know you love me — I joke.

— Where did you hear this nonsense, huh?

- I know you do. Now tell me, is there a problem? I ask.

- In truth no. I would really like to go out with one friend — he says in a begging, suffering tone, making me laugh out loud at him.

— Let's go to the mall, what do you think?

Who knows, maybe I'll get that sinful angel out of my head once and for all.

— Of course you do, then you take the opportunity and tell me about your first day of school.

- Beauty. What do you think about meeting for lunch there, so I don't have to heat up any food for myself.

-We are going yes. See you soon — he responds and I disconnect the call.

I go straight to my computer and log into Facebook, I check that I have some messages from former students and teachers that I am still friends with. In the search part, I enter the name of the school and a page and a group appear. I go to the page and read what they say about the school, and that's when a photo of a girl catches my attention. I click and I am directed to her profile. Melissa looks beautiful in the photo. I browse through the posts that are in public mode and see that she enjoys a lot of books and games. I send a friend request. My cell phone rings once again and I see that it's Ms. Aline, my doting mother.

- Hi Mom. To what do I owe the honor of the connection?

— Don't give me that, Edu. Tell me who this girl is? — he asks, bluntly.

- What girl? — I act like I don't understand.

— Don't come, Mr. Eduardo, I know you and I know very well that you've already met your love — he says, without patience.