NEGLECTED (PART TWO)
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"Your results are not that good. But you are trying, even though you miss a lot of classes.' He said.
"I know." I turned my face away from him. "You know that's not why I came here." I feel so embarrassed. Have you ever been in a situation where, in front of someone you once had a crush on, that person sees your failures? It's kind of shameful. especially when you want to act all nice and cute.
Well, not for Gérard.
"Wait a sec. Are you still at the hostel?'
Why the f**k is he ignoring me?
"You know that I left there a long time ago; why are you asking me such a question?"
"But your stuff is still there; why don't you go pick it up?"
I scoffed.
"Ooh! Do you have a boyfriend?" He asked, smirking at me.
"I don't f*****g have one,' I quickly replied.
"Really. You seem so eager to…"
I cut in. "It's not that. I don't have a boyfriend at all."
"Mhm." He nodded, and I felt like smacking him in the face. "How long have you been in Spain?' I questioned all of a sudden.
"For years?' He replied, and then he took out his cigarette from his pocket.
I guess he wanted to have a normal conversation for a while before coming back to my request.
"Years?'
"Yep.' He replied, took a lighter, and lit the cigarette.
I didn't know he smoked all these years. How come I didn't ever notice it?
He didn't look like someone who smokes, and he seemed so clean.
He put the cigarette on his lips and began smoking it.
'Am I disturbing you with this smoke?' He raised a question.
"No! It's okay.' I said. "But you don't look like someone from Spain, although you speak the language so well.'
He's weird; he knows how to make someone feel comfortable and divert certain questions.
I've known him for years before my father abandoned me at the roadside, and Gérard had always tried taking care of me in my father's absence, but I do refuse his help because I don't want to make it seem like I'm depending on him.
He should be in his late thirties or so, I think.
"Is it because of my eyes?'
"Yes. And, not only that, your skin too.' I said.
"I see. That'd be nice; do I look handsome? He chuckled.
What a dumbhead!
"Yes, you are stupidly handsome, and you look different from the Spanish kind,' I pretended to roll my eyes at him.
"Is it that bad?' He kept chuckling, knowing I was not serious with my words, as he removed the cigarette from his mouth and blew out the smoke.
"No, it's not bad. It's cool?' I said it nervously. "Well, thank you.' He smiled and took the cigarette into his mouth again.
"You are welcome. And I want to ask you for a favor, and I know this isn't the right time, but I still want to ask you, ``Stop delaying me, Gérard."
"OK. Go ahead. I'm all ears?' He said, Now that he's finally ready to listen to me and grant my request, he can't refuse.
"I want to look for a job?'' I revealed.
'A job,' he asked, the cigarette still in between his lips.
"Yes, a job.' I answered.
'What do you need a job for?' he asked with a raised eyebrow and suspicious eyes.
"I just need a job to take care of myself and for other stuff too,'
"You got bullied in school, ran away from the hostel, got transferred to another school, and got bullied again. You were absent for more than a month in school, hiding and locked up in your room all day, and now you come to see me and ask for my help. Can you handle a job in your current state?"
"I'm not stupid, Gérard; I'm fed up with staying with my mother; I'm f*****g tired," I yelled. "You have no idea what I go through; I'm sick and tired of her ways; don't treat me like I'm so pathetic.'
"Have you ever wondered why she does that stuff you hate so much? Better forget about it and stick your head into your books."
I hate her.
"I don't care, Gérard." I burst out in tears, and he came over to me and hugged me.
Stick my head to my books, indeed. Does he think I'm a kid or something?
He patted my back continuously, pulled away from me, and kissed me on the lips. I was stunned, but his lips were so warm, and I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He pulled away from me. "Time to go." He whispered. "Send me how much money you need, I will transfer it to your account as soon as possible but I will advise you to wait till you are eighteen before moving out."
I could feel a bulge between his legs. I know he is just trying to cover it up.
"Alright. Thanks for everything; I will be going first,' I said, standing up with shame from the sofa to walk when I heard a low but calm voice.
"Ok, I will be expecting you?' That voice made my heart beat so fast.
I felt something in me—this excitement—and I can't describe what it is, but it felt amazing.
Without answering him, I quickly came out of the mansion and strided towards the gate, called for a taxi, and entered it, shutting the door.
My cheeks were flushed, and I know you are probably wondering why I acted normal when he kissed a teenager like me. Well, it is normal for me, and he has been doing that since I was ten.
Surprised? I don't think so.
When I first came across him, he was the most handsome dude on earth and still is, the minute he came inside our house with my father years ago.
He was a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was six to seven feet tall, muscular, had a few tattoos on his arms and his neck, and he also had a right arm.
There were a few piercings on his nose and his right ear. He was so f*****g handsome, and he had red lips too.
I kept staring at him back then as a child. I was fascinated by his beauty; I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was even finer than the boys at my school.
"Lucia, I'm talking to you.' My father shook his hand on my face to snap me out of my dream, and Lucia was my Spanish-given name.
“Huh. Umm...father, did you say something?’ I uttered, getting out of my thoughts and looked up at my father.
He started laughing, and he said, ‘I’ve been talking to you and you were not even listening to me. Listen to what I have to say, OK?’ He said, and I nodded obediently. Though I didn't understand what he was talking about.
I was simply just a child admiring an angel before me.
“This is my best friend that I’ve been telling you about and his name is Gérard Fernando and Gérard, my daughter, Ivy.’ My father introduced us and smiled.
Gérard was about twenty years old back then, how time flies.
“¡Guau! Eres una belleza.’ Was he trying to flirt with me? But, he was so cool, like those anime guys, I thought.
Back then, that’s how I could describe him.
My father cleared his throat. “Don’t even think about it.”
He lightly laughed. “De ninguna manera. No puedo intentar eso con tu hermano Nicolás.’ He winked playfully.
Wow, his Spanish is so good. I guess he grew up in Spain and he doesn’t look like a Spanish person.
I kept staring at him, and he looked at me, too.
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