Profe *will update soon*

Chp 3

Sometimes all your Shields are just not enough


Uriel

I can feel my face heating up. I’m sure I have a blush running all the way down to my neck. Who is this kid? He is so cocky! How should I react? I’ve been standing here staring at him for too long. Still 20 min left of class. I need to take a deep breath.

“Please take your stuff and leave my classroom.” Is he smiling at me? Oh god why do I feel this way? What is wrong with me?

“Sure thing, profe.” Instead of walking straight out he comes near me, once again invading my comfort zone. I can feel his breath on my chin, he is so small, yet so …intimidating.

“See you tomorrow, profe,” He leans in as if to kiss me, I think he is going to kiss me. Take a deep breath, Uriel; sound confident.

“Tell you what;” I step back, “I’ll see you in detention.” Is this a good idea? Do I want to be alone with him in this classroom after school?

“Andrea hun.” He completely ignores me, “take some notes for me k. Love’ya. You’re the best.” She simply nods and it seems as though she’d wish the floor would just swallow her. Unsurprisingly I wish the floor would swallow me too. He takes the pink slip from me waves good bye to Andrea and just like he came he leaves.

-

The period is finally over; thank god nothing else happened. I rush out to the faculty bathroom. I need to figure out what happened. Did I really have all those thoughts about a student? About a male student?

This can’t be happening to me. The way he looked, not physically, but his eyes the way he looks at things at me at the classroom at everything. I check that all the stalls are empty and then I lock the door, I can’t have anyone walking in on me.

I splash cold water on my face. It’s my nerves, that’s all. I’m not used to… I’m not used to people that’s the truth, it explains my reaction. He has a very pretty face; a face that would look great on a girl (not really but…). He startled me I was in my comfort zone and by marching in he … he… yeah he startled me that was all. That was all I have nothing to worry about.

-

I’ve lived a sheltered life; I guess you could call it that. I’m not a very sociable person. I never developed those skills; it’s hard to interact with people when you always have a book in your hands. I don’t blame the books I love reading them. They take me to different worlds; when I read I become the characters. I get a chance to live someone else’s life.

I’m happy with my life don’t take me wrong. I’ve always wanted nothing more than to have a normal existence. I dreamed of neighborhood block parties, neighbors coming over with baked goods to introduce themselves. I’m a rich kid, who wants nothing more than to be a middle class American.

When growing up I was very sick, my allergies and asthma kept me indoors, no matter how much money my parents spend on doctors and medicines there was little comfort to be gained. My room was sterilized constantly and a nurse was always on duty. I saw the world threw a glass. My nana was my only access to the outside world. She would tell me about her family, about her neighbors. It always sounded so much warmer and nicer than my life, than my parents and their friends.

Fortunately I grew out of most my allergies and the ones I still have are pretty mild. I carry an inhaler with me. I’m at the moment clutching it against my mouth taking deep puffs trying to regain my breath. The asthma isn’t that bad either; stress or excessive dust will trigger it. Truthfully, I haven’t used my inhaler so in months. Today? Today I need it.

Other than my brother I never had friends, the short time spend at the private school was spend studying and avoiding bullies. I will always be thankful to my brother Jordi, who is three years older than me. He was a jock, the king of the school, I know that thanks to him I was saved from many beatings.

At “Bayton’s”, the school for gifted that I was send to, I had my own room and wasn’t forced to socialize. The teachers were simply there to guide you. You basically lived your own life, studied at your own pace. I graduated from there at 16, with college credits.

This is why I reacted to Luciano the way I did. I just have never been exposed to someone like him. That’s all. Oh god please let it be all.

I pull my cell phone out and call Marsha, Marsha my wife who I love.


Luciano

Well I’ll gain nothing by standing here. My mom will have a heart attack if she finds out I got detention on my first day. Hell I don’t give a fuck I just won’t show up what is he going to do about it?

He is hot, no denying that but so nerdy. I’m positive he was checking me out and I noticed how nervous he got when I leaned into him, the way he sucked his lip in…mmm I wanted to suck it right back out and into my mouth.

“Young man,” A deep stern voice makes me almost jump out of my skin. I freeze shit, no fuck I won’t let him see I’m worried; hell I have nothing to be worried about. “Shouldn’t you be in class?” Now I recognize that voice.

“You mother fucker,” I turn around to face my friend Robbie.

“Why yes and pretty proud of it. I don’t want to make you blush but your mother was the best.” He is such an ass I playfully tackle him, but he is too big and strong for me and instead I somehow end up being held over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“You’re an ass,” I tell him while trying to kick him..

He sets me down, “So many sweet words, I might think you actually liked me”

We make our way out of the building and before I even notice we are making our way to my car and leaving the campus.

Lindsey: Thank you for reviewing, it really means a lot to me. Ahhh...Uriel, do you really think he will make it? *hehe*