Melissa ( book)

Chapter 4

Eduardo

From the first moment I saw that little redhead with the face of an angel, my world ended. That girl really affected me and seeing her like that, as if nothing had shaken her, made me see that what I had experienced up until today couldn't compare to the feeling I was starting to feel for her. I know it's wrong, I should have thought about it straight away, how I wish I didn't have that feeling. But I wanted to go to her table, pull her towards me and make her feel the same thing I was feeling.

However, I ended up being rude to Melissa, as she wasn't paying attention to me. But seeing that she had that pencil on her lips, moving it back and forth, biting it, drove me crazy. Go, Eduardo, confess that pulling her to kiss that mouth that has been tempting you since the moment she arrived.

However, I had to control myself and ended up being stupid to her. But what surprised me most was the strength of that look, which bewitched me, the flash of anger upon seeing that I had caught her attention made me have a huge erection while I was trying to hide it.

Just as I was about to make one more comment, the bell rang and I saw her grab her things and go straight to break. The other students left and I started to pack my things. One thought never leaves my mind: am I a pedophile? A pervert for liking a girl who is old enough to be my daughter? But I've never desired any other woman the way I desire that red-haired angel.

I leave the room talking to some students and of course some girls stare at me as if they were going to eat me. but I don't show any reaction, all because of Melissa. My Honey. The students head to the courtyard and I head towards the teachers' room. Many teachers are already here and I notice the looks on some teachers' faces as soon as I enter. No looks, they just need to jump on my neck. Look, I know I'm not ugly, but hey, women have to focus on policing themselves and not throwing themselves at the first man who walks past them.

I go to a locker that I check already has my name on it and put my things away. I take the opportunity to go out and breathe a little. I feel suffocated by the looks. Of course there are other teachers in the room, but some are busy with their own things and others are hitting on the teachers. They must think I'm gay.

But I don't want to be harmed any more than I'm going to be because my thoughts are on a certain redhead who makes me crazy with lust. I walk down the corridor and notice that the classrooms and the school itself are very well decorated. The school itself is decorated with student work, there are all kinds of work: books, crafts, etc. I feel my cell phone ring and when I look at the display it says my mother's name. When I answer, I always think about how she must be smiling.

- Hi Mom.

- Hi my son. Do I get in the way?

—Of course not, mother. Right now it's break time.

— Have you ever met a girl, my son?

It started!

— Mom, I already met. — Loose, without realizing it.

— Tell me, my son, did you like any of them? — My mother is very curious and I curse myself in thought for having said something. I can't tell her that I'm enchanted by a student. And the walls have heard, as the old saying goes.

— Mom, I can't comment on that right now.

—But why, Edu?

— Mom, I can't — I respond frustrated. I wish I could tell her.

- All is well then. Tell me one thing: is she beautiful? — she asks, excited.

—Beautiful is not enough, mother. She's an angel — I comment without blinking and without realizing how passionate I spoke.

— I don't believe it — my mother screams and I take the cell phone away from my ear.

— What happened, mom? — I put the cell phone back to my ear and ask, worried.

— You're in love — he says, leaving me surprised. Am I really in love? She moves me, but in love is too strong.

— Mom, of course not. I'm just moved by her — I respond without really knowing what I'm saying.

— Edu, my son, who do you think you’re fooling, huh?

— Mom, you want me to get married soon. And that. It's just in your head.

—Son, of course yes. Another thing, I'm sure she will make you very happy.

— What do you mean, mom? I know you like these supernatural things. - —I comment, taking a look at her face.

— My son, I do like reading tarot. You know I like to play from time to time — he responds. I'm the one who knows. She keeps pulling cards for everyone and, as incredible as it may seem, and I don't believe in these things myself, she always works out.

— Mom, we'll talk later — I say when I see my angel walk by with her friend. What's the name again? I think it's Gabi. I don't even give my mother time to respond and I hang up the call. I take advantage and observe how beautiful she is, laughing at what her friend is saying.

Several times I catch kids looking at her and it makes me crazy with jealousy. I know I don't have that right, but doing what What if this girl messes with me? I'm heading towards their table and I know I shouldn't go there, but I have the right... I mean, I kind of do.