Prologue
I had never given love a second thought in my life. I figured it would just come to me or I’d just stumble upon it. I never went actively looking for love. I just lived my life and when Cupid decided to shoot me with one of those gaudy heart-shaped arrows, I’d know. Whether it was a man or a woman or it, whenever I found that person or that person found me I would know.
Right?
Like that’s how this whole love thing works? You just know. Two people click so well with each other that love is inevitable. They gradually start to fall in love and then marriage and then kids or in my brother’s case with his husband; fucking, break-up, more fucking, get back together, even more fucking, and then marriage. Kids might be a possibility for them but even that is up in the air.
Like I said I’m not really looking to find love or anything if it happens it happens, cool. I’d take the plunge head first and go along with whatever comes my way.
That is what I initially thought until today when I got a note in my locker from someone to meet them in the courtyard after school. I thought it was just one of my friends trying to pull a prank on me. Like faking a confession and then recording it. But this, no I was not expecting this. This is some next level shit.
My hands were being held firmly in another larger pair, my neck was practically at a ninety-degree angle looking upwards. A set of deep brown eyes locked with mine looking at me with an intensity I had never seen before which made me audibly gulp.
Suddenly I wished that it was my friends just pranking me, I’d accept that. I’d get over it. But the seriousness that was in this guy’s eyes was telling me that my friends did not put him up to this. Which made me regret ever coming to the courtyard. The last bell had rung almost thirty minutes ago so the courtyard was basically empty except for the few students who were still waiting for their parents to pick them up. They were too engrossed in their own lives to see what was happening to me. I prayed that someone would just come and interrupt whatever was about to happen. Because I did in fact not want it to happen.
I could feel his hands getting sweaty. I think they were his hands. There was a high possibility that they could be mine. I couldn’t get my hands free from mystery guy every time I so much as twitched his hands tightened slightly. For the first time in my life, I felt scared about what was coming next. This wasn’t something I could have prepared for. Even if I did prepare it wouldn’t have been enough preparation.
A total stranger was fucking choke holding my hands right now because I’m pretty fucking sure that I’m losing circulation. I can’t even do anything about it because it feels like the world’s biggest frog is in my throat. My eyes widened as he licked his lips he shut his eyes which gave me a brief second of peace away from his gaze. He let out a deep breath and fixed his stare on me once more.
“I’m in love with you,” He said it so quickly I almost didn’t catch it. Almost. My head began spinning out of control as my stomach dropped. What do I do? Do I say it back? No, why would I do that I don’t even know this guy?
I stood there speechless, sweat pouring from my forehead, mind racing, arms turning blue. I just stood there fishing my head for what to do next. Out of every other set of words, I could have used only one set of two small words stood out from the rest.
“¡Qué mierda!"
