Two days later, Monday arrived again. I got up and washed my face, then I put on my cheerios uniform and did a pony tail in my hair, you know, just the normal routine. But unfortunate things happen sometimes, and my grandfather decided to visit us in the morning. He was so excited to see me that he started to tell me about his childhood stories, one of the long ones. I'd skipped school, but I had an important exam to do; so, when he finished, I ran to my door, and when I walked outside I saw Sebastian again.
–Gonna be late, Lopez? –he said with a bored expression, opening the door of his car.
–I have no time for your games; I need to get to my school right now. –I replied annoyed.
–I could take you. –he said shrugging.
–No way.
–Why? Are you afraid that I take you to where you belong? –he asked, I looked at him raising my eyebrow. –The jail, you know.
–Seriously, Smythe, stop trying to catch my attention, it starts to be annoying.
–Catching your attention? –He let out a fake laugh– I just wanted to help you.
–That has no sense at all. You hate me.
–No, I don't. Hating someone means that you care about the other person, and I don't.
–You don't help people that you don't care about. –I winked to him smiling and I made my way to school, leaving him a little confused.
Some hours later, when I came back home, I saw a note of my mother in the refrigerator: "Honey, we went to the Smythe's house to welcome them. I would like you to join us when you arrive. Dress up, those people are luxurious. Love you."
"This is like a nightmare…" I thought. I changed my clothes to a black skirt and a light pink shirt. I put on my red earrings and heels, and after I fixed my hair, I went to the house next door and I knocked.
–Oh, you must be Santana. Sebastian talks about you sometimes. –Mrs. Smythe said. I smiled amused. "So Sebastian talks about me…"
–That's me. It's such a pleasure, Mrs. Smythe.
–Pleasure is mine, you look lovely. –she replied smiling. She wasn't as bad as I thought.
–You too! –I said, returning the smile. We got into the house, and my parents were in the living room with Mr. Smythe and Sebastian, who stared at me for five seconds before he realized what he was doing. I smirked and he looked to the wall quickly.
–Santana, I'm glad you came. –Mr. Smythe said friendly with his deep voice. –Sebastian talks a lot about you. –"A lot about me… funny."
–Oh... really? That's such a surprise. –I said, trying to don't look amused. I gazed at Sebastian and he was giving a killer look to his father.
–That's not true. –Sebastian said with a serious expression. His parents looked at each other amused.
–So…–I said, to change the topic– I heard that you are a great musician, Mr. Smythe! Do you sing or just play the piano? –My dad smiled.
–Oh, well, I sing, but not as well as my wife. She has a lovely voice.
–And so does Sebastian. –The woman added. –But, oh, let me show you a video when I'm singing in New York, five years ago. –she said as she got up, and the following hour we were watching clips of Mrs. Smythe singing and his husband playing the piano. They both were marvelous, but I started to get bored after the first fifteen minutes, and so did Sebastian. After that, the couple went upstairs with my parents to show them the remodeling they did to the house, leaving his son and me alone in the living room.
–So, you talk a lot about me… funny, since you don't care about me. –I said raising an eyebrow, smiling amused.
–They were just trying to be nice. I never talk about you.
–I found you staring at me. I know I'm hot but… are you sure you are gay?
–Of course I am. I was just looking at your cheap clothes. –he said smirking.
–As gay as that sounded, I still don't believe you.
–Why do you care so much if I talk about you or I look at you? –he said raising his eyebrow.
–It's is inherent to the human being; vanity.
–Is it that, or is it that you like me? Because in Smooth Criminal I found you checking my person like a lot. –he said folding his arms, smirking and standing up. I stayed in the couch and I laughed.
–I'm lesbian. I don't like boys, and I don't like you. I never will. –He walked towards me and whispered in my ear:
–As gay as that sounded, I still don't believe you. –He repeated what I said and made his way to his room, leaving me alone. I looked at the floor confused and my parents came back to where I was. We left the house and went to ours.
I got into my room, not in the mood to change my clothes. I looked covertly through the window, Sebastian was just reading. I lied in my bed and sighed, not knowing why.
Some time later, I got a text from an unknown number.
"Do you like to see what I am doing?" The text said. It left me confused.
"Who are you?" I replied.
"The one that you like to stalk ;-)"
"I really don't know who you are…"
"Come on Sha-quee-ra, I thought you were kind of smart." There was only one person in the world who called me like that.
"How on the Earth did you get my number, twink?"
"I have contacts. But you still didn't answer my question." I found the question really uncomfortable, because, actually, I didn't know the answer.
"Well, yes, in fact, I have to write an essay for school, it name will be 'The decay of human being' and you're my model."
"The idea of insulting me via text is highly ridiculous."
"And what, do you want to see me in a boxing ring?" I sent, raising my eyebrow.
"I want you to admit that you like me."
"I'd lie to you if I tell you that." After that, he stopped replying. I thought it was over when my mom opened the door to him. He put his most charming smile and told my mother that he came to visit me, and she told him I was upstairs. He went to my door and knocked. I opened it really annoyed.
–Twink, I wasn't serious about the boxing ring, you didn't need to come. –he got into my room without my permission and closed the door.
–I came because this texting fight was ridiculous. –he said folding his arms.
–And now what, did you came to…?–I said, but I was interrupted when I felt his lips on mine. He placed his hand in my cheek and I closed my eyes, surprised because he was kissing me, and most of all, because I wasn't pulling back, instead of, I was kissing him too. Some seconds later, he stopped his kiss. I slapped him
–Hey! Why did you do that?! – He said angrily.
–You kissed me!
–But you kissed me back!
–That's not true…–I said blushing and looking at the ground.
–Of course it is; which proves that you like me.
–You were the one who kissed me, sorry. I'm lesbian.
–Sure, a lesbian who likes to kiss a boy.
–And you're a gay who likes to kiss a girl.
–I'm not going to deny it. –"What?!" I thought, but I couldn't say any word. –Sometimes I feel attracted for girls. I want you, Lopez, and I know you want me too.
–No, sorry if it hurts your feelings, but I don't. –I said with a sarcastic smile.
–Honey, that doesn't work when you kiss the person who you're talking to, just saying. –he winked and pushed me against the door, placing his arms on my sides, so I can't walk away.
–It was just an impulse. –I replied nervous.
–God, you are completely heavy. Just say it, I already told I want you, and for the way you look at me, I know you do too.
–I'm not going to tell that lie to you. And I'm not ready to start another relationship, I'm still sad because of Brittany, even if she left the town seven months ago.
–Who talked about a relationship? I said I want you, not that I love you, because I don't. I don't love anyone. I just want your body, Lopez.
–Who do you think I am? I'm not going to have sex with you. –I said angrily, he just moved closer to me, which made me even more nervous.
–Just one time. Think about it, you already have my number. –And with that, he made his way out of my room and my house. I changed my clothes and I lied in bed, until I fell asleep.