Rafa
I’m bewitched. I feel like she released some magic powder when she fluttered the skirt from her gown, putting me under her spell. Damn! That’s just Malu. That foul mouth girl who likes partying, smoking, drinking and doesn’t care about what people think of her. She’s the one who gives me butterflies in my stomach, takes my breath away and makes my chest hurt.
I drive faster, overcoming our neighborhood streets in silence, having her by my side, trying to understand what’s going on with me. With us.
I nervously run my fingers through my hair and look at her, so defenseless and so strong at the same time. This thought reminds me of what happened with her obnoxious father at the party. How could two cold people like that be the parents of a warm person like her? I was annoyed by their
