Once out of the car, I walked a few steps and looked with my eyes for a car that could say "That must be Ethan's", I found a somewhat junked and previous generation one. When he passed me, perhaps on his way to get his car, I stopped him."So, instead of riding in my car, you'd rather ride in your junker," I pointed to the car and started walking towards it, laughing."Ha ha ha, really funny, Minerva. You did great on this one," he gave me an ugly look for a few moments and I smiled innocently. When the car rang, I realized it wasn't the actual used junk car that rang, but the big, black, four-door Honda Hr-v pickup truck.My jaw must have dropped to the floor and back.Ethan's expression turned to one of superiority, at best seeing my amazement with his truck.The truth is, it was beautiful and late model. When Ethan got in and started the car, I walked over to the passenger door and sat down. The seats were leather and beige, the stereo was late model. He laughed at my expression

Without saying anything, a few seconds later Ethan got into the car and started it to go back to the city. It was already around 7pm and we were arriving home, the road was much shorter than on the way, maybe because of the movement of cars. When we arrived, I ran up the stairs and in the middle of them, Ethan's voice stopped me."Minerva"."Yes?," I turned to face him, feeling a little more confident from a distance."I'm going out for a while now, okay?," he looked me in the eye, even though he was near the front door and I was halfway up the stairs."Where are you going?," I asked, trying to sound as disinterested as possible."Relax, honey, there's no reason for you to be jealous. You'll always be my favorite," he gave me an innocent smile. I rolled my eyes, turning my back on him and continuing on my way to my room. Idiot. What do you mean, jealous? As if I really cared where he was going and with whom.When I heard the front door open and close, I pulled my cell phone out of

He was smiling mischievously and my heart was beating like a drum.When we got to the kitchen, I turned on the light and went by inertia to look for the bowl where I remembered I had put it, but when I opened the shelf, it was gone. I looked at Ethan suspiciously and he was smiling innocently at me. I started looking for the bowl with the other cookies all over the shelves, until I saw that it was on the highest shelf in the kitchen. I scratched my head in confusion, I didn't remember putting it that far away. I stretched as far as I could, even stood on my tiptoes to try to reach it, but got nothing but a male chuckle broke the silence of the kitchen."Okay, there are the cookies. Don't eat them all. "I turned to face him and he came toward me, grabbing the cookies easily. He placed the bowl on the table and grabbed one, tasting it."Did you make them, really?""Yes, with my friends. Why do you ask?," I reached over and took a cookie too, taking a bite."Because they're delicious

I felt like in the movies when there's a light bulb in your head and when you get an idea, it lights up. Of course, if I wanted him to learn, giving him a spoonful of his own chocolate would do it. I just had to provoke him, like he does. If he was morbid with me, I would give him a good reason to be. Although on second thought, if I provoked him it could come to pass like the day I was in his room. What if he raped me for real?I sighed noisily and covered my face with both hands, more frustrated than before. I started kicking and throwing a tantrum, because I couldn't think of anything good."Hey baby, I'll get your four o'clock snack," I heard Ethan's voice, playfully. I uncovered my face and looked up at him with a frown on my face. He was behind the couch, laughing at me and holding his stomach, his eyes were closed. I took advantage and fetched a pillow from his room. I braced myself and hit him with all my might in the face with the pillow. I don't know if I hit him too har

It had already been about 10 minutes that we had both been quiet, I was cautious with my approach to the subject. I knew what Tony was going through and although I knew what words could cheer him up, I couldn't say them, my tongue was tongue-tied and it was inevitable to remember when that happened to me.It was a starry night, I had a boyfriend who was just perfect. His name is Henry, he is a year older than me and he was studying in my same university, he has chocolate colored eyes and his hair was light brown, very similar to Tony's. He was so loving and detailed and was so affectionate and detailed with me, he always remembered everything I told him and important dates. When we were about to celebrate our second birthday together, I organized a big surprise party for both of us, since it was also his birthday. We were all hiding in his house, our friends were there. When he came home, the one who got the surprise was me. As I didn't know it was a surprise party at his house, he