I looked worriedly at the screen of my phone once more, and once again, it was silent.
“Can you tell me what’s the rush of knowing where she is?” Nick asked huffingly "Let her be, Mark.”
"Today we is our three months anniversary.” I explained, blushing at his attentive gaze.
“Let me guess.” Nick said amused “You spent a good amount of time writing your emotions in a message and you have not received an answer.”
I looked at him amazed.
“How did you know?”
"It's your first relationship.” he shrugged "You don't look like a man who gives flowers and Livie the kind of woman who likes those gifts.”
Nick did know how to read people.
"So, you threw all your feelings into the message.” he pointed out.
“That's how it is.”
"And she didn't answer you.”
“Not.”
"Maybe she thought you got too clingy.” He expressed, earning a look of hatred from me "Don't take it the wrong way, but, really Mark? Just a t
“Stop! Stop staring at me like that!”“I'm sorry, I can’t.”“Of course you can! Look at the trees or the people around us.”“You are so much prettier...”“Marcus!” She exclaimed blushing."I want to repeat last night.”I smiled when she groaned hiding her face in her hands.The day before, we had finished classes and together with a group of friends we had gone to celebrate at a colleague's house (alcohol included) and around eleven o'clock, we had returned to my house with the intention of lower a bit the drunkenness in Olivia before she went upstairs to her room so her father didn't punish her.The big surprise was that we found my house empty, because my parents had decided to go out and leave me a note in the fridge.So, giving me a seductive look, Olivia had made her way to my room and leaving my mouth open when she removed her blouse before lay
"No, I refuse.”“Come on, Mark! Please!” She kept insisting in a girlish voice."Olivia, don't ask me to go to that party.” I snapped, sitting down on the couch, turning on the TV and dismissing the matter.We were like this since we had arrived from the park about thirty minutes ago.When we had run into Daniel, Hillary and Cindy, they had invited us to a party that night at Daniel's house, in order to celebrate the school was over. Livie had told them we would be there at the same time I said not to wait for us, so Daniel had been trying over and over again to convince me to go, and, seeing I was about to lose my temper, Olivia had hold my hands and saying goodbye to the trio who looked at us with some nervousness when they saw they hadn’t gotten a concise answer from us.Needless to say, we hadn't talked much on the way home."Don't be like that.” She expressed sitting next to me and
Life should come with a sign that says "DON'T MAKE PLANS BECAUSE I'LL FUCK YOU” or at least that's what I thought right now.I planned my life three months ago.I’d finish high school, I’d move to Chicago to study law, I’d live with Olivia, we would get jobs to become independent, in the third year of our career I’d ask her to marry me, we would get married surrounded by our families and close friends, we would have at least four children, we would see them grow up and give us grandchildren, I’d grow old next to the woman of my life. The woman I loved, the one who complemented me, my everything.Apparently, I was very wrong with my plans, because despite knowing her since I was thirteen, that she became my best friend and later my girlfriend, it didn’t make me really know her and, having had a magic crystal ball that warned me that my day would end the way it did, I definitely wouldn't have gotten out of bed that morning
Burbank"Come on Marky, five more and you're done...”"Yes, of course, since you are not the one who is suffering, right?” I answered breathlessly."I remind you that it was you who asked me for help.” she countered, getting up.“Livie, don't go please” I asked her from the ground, putting my glasses on, but she ignored me and kept walking “Don't be mean! At least help me up... okay?”Livie stayed where she was with her back to me, we were just starting out and she had already regretted helping me; just five days ago I had asked for her help to exercise, because obviously, with forty kilos overweight, I was not in shape so to speak.But Livie didn’t understand the reason for my strong decision to want to lose weight."If you want my help, first you're going to tell me why after eighteen years now you want to lose weight.” She demanded without turning ar
“But, how?” Beyond was to say that I was surprised “I've seen you date several guys, Livie.”"Yeah, you're right.” she agreed, "but I've never... gone to more than dating, Mark.”"I don't understand.” I said, still confused, "the guys you've dated are not horrible, on the contrary, they're handsome.”“Was Daniel right to call you gay, Mark?” She asked with an amused grimace "you're scaring me.” she got serious, "let's see, why so many questions?”"Well, first.” I started to say, "no, I'm not gay, I love women” one in particular, but she doesn't know “it's just that I find it weird that a woman as beautiful as you and about to turn eighteen, has never been kissed before.”"The same could be said about you, Marky.” she countered "You've never been kissed either.”"Unlike you.” I continued, "I don't consider myself
After Livie abandoned me to my fate on the roof, I set about fixing her private torture chamber, which had a varied space of different torture so that I, apparently, could choose my own cause of death.With the building landlord’s authorization, an old lady in her seventies, we had both set up a kind of gym on the roof of the building; And when I said “kind”, that was it, since we barely had a few dumbbells, a stationary bicycle one of the neighbors had donated to us and a treadmill that Livie's father was going to sell but, thanks to his daughter, now it decorated a specific space to make me sweat, literally, the fat drop.According to the schedule Livie had set me, now I had to get up every day at six in the morning, yes, of course, and start with that yoke where I had to last fifteen minutes on the treadmill to stretch my apparently atrophied muscles, fifteen minutes on the bike and another fifteen minutes jumping rope, ha! do
“Your silence is really scaring me, you know?”But I still didn't get an answer."Come on, Livie, you haven't spoken to me in twenty minutes.” I kept insisting.Livie had arrived about forty minutes ago, half of which had been silent after I told her what had happened.She had only stayed lying on bed and since then she had only dedicated herself to looking at me, an action that made my hair stand on end so I had moved away from her until I ended up with my back leaning against the wall in front of the bed, waiting for an execution order to be issued against me."Well.” I continued saying when I didn't get a response "I'll go and make something for dinner.” I headed for the door."If you move.” Livie finally said "I swear I'll throw you a shoe, Richard Marcus Sanders.”"Come on, Livie, you know it's not my fault, I have no way out, do you think I'd rather work that day than spend it with you?&
It was Thursday afternoon and I was terribly bored.I had been at work for over two hours and I had only sold one record. An eight dollars record to a crazy Britney Spears’ fan which had paid with pennies. If the girl hadn’t said that she had saved for more than two months to be able to buy it, never, not in a million years, would I have accepted that absurdity, but the poor girl would surely have even cried when she broke the piglet.At that time, I was at the counter looking at Mr. Fitcher with a certain grimace of disgust. The guy was combing his hair once more, the only lock of hair that remained in the reflection that the store's glass gave, surely that’s why no one entered the place.Suddenly, my cell phone, which had cost almost three months of salary and which I was so proud, began to ring.“Mark!” Livie's scream sounded louder on the other end of the line."Livie.” I answered in a whisper so my boss woul