Melissa ( book)

Chapter 10

Melissa

We arrived home and went to check on my mother if mine was home and she had left a note saying that she had been called to work that night and wished us a good dream and she already knew that Gabi would sleep here at home.

I remember my father would come home every night and kiss me goodnight, but he ended up passing away when I was little and the one who always took care of me was my mother.

We go to my room, I change first and throw myself on the bed, taking out my notebook and logging into my f*******:. When I open my profile, I see that I have a new friend request. I let out a scream and Gabi comes running, worried.

— What happened, Mel, are you feeling unwell? she asks her, hand on her chest.

— Gabi, look here on the computer — I order. I don't believe it myself.

— Mel, did you make this whole scandal because of the computer? — She comments, as if it were nothing.

— Here, friend, on my profile, look who requested friendship — I point to the screen. She comes to my computer and when she sees the cause of my scream, she says:

— Mel, he's really interested in you. What will you do?

— I don't know, but I think I'll accept it — I comment.

- It is better. Then you take the opportunity to see his photos — she says, taking one with my face.

— Just you, Gabi. Confess, friend, you didn't feel anything for him? —I question, curious.

— Ew, of course not, Mel! I thought he was cute and stuff, but he's not my type.

— What do you mean, he's not your type? Gabi, my daughter, he's hot! —I exclaim, surprised that she doesn't think so.

— Mel, he’s older.

— Yes, so what?

— That's why I don't like older men. I like my age or even just a little older, but not like that.

— Gabi, I like him like that. You believe? If I could, I would stay with him.

— Of course you can, but no one can know.

- That is true.

I accept the invitation and look at his profile page. I discover that he is single and that we have some things in common. I look at his age, and he's not that old, thirty-five. I look at photos of it, which makes my mouth water just seeing how delicious it really is.

— Girl, are you just going to look at these photos? — provokes.

— That man is Lord Sin.

—I see he has a very good body — she says, as if his body were normal.

— And what a body he has! — I comment, fascinated.

I better stop looking.

I leave his profile, like things from my friends and share some posts. Gabi also throws himself on my bed and turns on his laptop. We took the opportunity to play while listening to music through the app. Our tastes range from pagode, samba, funk, etc.

After a while, I see my friend sleeping with her notebook beside her. I turn off her device and cover her. But, before turning mine off, I go to f*******: one last time and, to my surprise, I see Edu online. I gather courage and send a message:

“Good evening, Edu. Sleep with little angels”

Soon after, I receive his response, which leaves me shocked and over the moon.

“Good evening, Mel. Don't worry, I'm already dreaming about you, my angel. I hope you enjoyed the cinema.”

I read it several times and I wonder what to answer.

“Yes, it was cool. And your trip, how was it? But tell me one thing, are you dreaming of me, Edu?”

I send it and I'm like a girl waiting for her boyfriend to respond.

“It was good, I hadn’t seen Lucas in a while. But, to answer her question, yes, I dream about you. You know, Mel, I don't want to lie. I like you and I would like to know if you would like to go out with me.”

I freeze when I read this. I can't believe he's interested in me. And now? Well, I'm also super, hyper, mega interested in him. But how am I going to say this?

“Sorry, Mel, I hope I didn’t offend or shock you. Of course you must have a boyfriend.”

I respond quickly to him:

“Edu, of course not, don’t worry. I was just... surprised by your request. After all, I'm just a girl coming out of her teens..."

“Mel, you’re not a girl anymore. It's a woman, I liked you since you walked through the classroom door. I want to meet you and we’ll see what happens, but I don’t want people to find out about us yet.”

"All good. I agree to go out with you”

I wouldn't want them to find out about us either.

“Edu, Gabi already knows that I’m interested in you. Is it okay if I tell her about us?”

I send the message and am agonizingly awaiting your response. What if he gets mad?

"Of course. No problem, I know she won't comment on anything. I'm also interested in you, my angel. Can I call you like that?"

I'm happy to know that I can tell my friend everything that's happening.

“Can you call me that and I can call you hot?”

“You can call me whatever you want, but I liked the hot guy”

I laugh when I read your message. I look at Gabi who is sleeping peacefully.

“For me, you are hot”

“For me, you are my angel, Mel”

And that sentence alone warms my heart. I smile silly as I read it again. I look at the clock my computer and repair it is already too late.

“Edu, I have to leave f*******:, it’s already late”

“Yes, go, angel. Tomorrow you wake up early. Do you want a ride?”

I look at the message and I want to say yes, but it's better not to.

“Edu, better not, someone will see me getting out of your car”

“That’s true, but let’s see how we do it, okay?”

"OK. Kisses, hottie, see you tomorrow”

“Good night, my angel, dream of me”

“You can leave it, hottie”

I log out of f*******: and turn off my computer, pick up my cell phone and set an alarm. I lie down next to my friend and try to relax to sleep, but my thoughts are out of control, thinking about my ogre teacher, who is no longer an ogre but a hottie.