Yours to claim forever

Beginning the teenage dream

So, when I finally went to college, well, here is very different from the USA, here when you go to college is very common to still live in your parent's house unless they can afford to sent you to a metropolitan cities to assist to the best colleges. I was about to go to UNAM, I wanted to go there, but I never made it. It was hard to get a pass to the tests, and even harder to get the desirable score. 

Even when I didin't made it to go to the best public university in the country, I entered with a good score in the public university of my state, so at least I was happy about that, because it means that I'm not enough for the best college but I was one of the top 30 of my own town. 

As soon as the classes begun, me and my classmates compared scores and we realized the classmates were arranged by scores. that means that the best schedules were in the morning when the best professors teach classes. That's when I met him. 

We were on these awkward activities to make students interact with each other, they are called "integration activities" they were not mandatory but it was desirable for your image to be seen on that. It was carried out by the teachers who what tuition duties, and usually they pick some students to support since the beginning to develop their human capacity. 

So we actually were all mixed up. In the classroom that I was part of, we were few of my social status. Ok, i was never rich, but at least I came from a private college that had enough prestige in our town. So, we had to present ourselves, like if we were on middle school. I didn't want to step forward first, I was afraid of talk in public, but the professor picked me. 

-Yes,  you, "la Güerita" (Know that that expression means that you are blonde, but I am not blond, I am brown haired, and with brown eyes and pale skin).

A guy near my age mocked at the expression and laughed at me. He wear that kind of glasses that made his eyes loose in the cristal. he had his hair a little growed up without being fully neglected, and he wear that smile with big white teeth in a form that I can't explain. They were straight and where they are supposed to be, but it seemed like if he inflated a white balloon in his mouth. But despite the rare curvature of his bite, he was handsome. Big almond eyes behind those glasses, a hair so straight and perfect, an a shaped beard that was barely grown. His way of dressing was attractive too... 

I presented myself and I did put poor attention to the guy's presentation. I wasn't interested at al. but Paulina, a girl who I met that day before and knew that I didn't know anyone there, was making eye expressions that wanted to make fun of my anger about the guy making fun of me. 

So thats when it all began. 

- Who are you making fun of? -I told the next time the guy made fun of me calling me Güera, o Güerita. 

- oh, calm down, Güera. .-he just removed the diminutive. 

- Look who is talking, Güero. watch your mouth please. Or even if you tell me your name I won't call you in another way than Güerito. 

he extended his hand and cleared his throat and said:

- Hey, I'm Francisco, but you can Call me Pako. - it was common to have nicknames and a lot of names had their own nickname associated, so a Francisco could be called Pako, Fran or Cisco, it depended on the area where you live in. 

Since the beginning we have a lot of chattering and we understand the same kind of jokes, even when his male ways made him more interesting. 

Ok, I admit it. I was so into him... but there were a big problem. He had a girlfriend who lived across the pond. Yes, his girlfriend took off a whole year to learn french. I learn it in the worst way possible. it was almost 4 days since the day one, the day we met, when my friend Paulina, made the question for me. 

- So pako, do you have a girlfriend? 

Pako seemed to stiff for a second and then he smiled and said: 

-Yes, I have the best girlfriend ever. 

I was dying on the inside, while I was trying not to loose my poker face mask, while I felt my heart beating really fast. I don't know if I blushed but the question that I was so scared to do was answered.

HE. WAS. NOT. AVAILABLE. 

I was glad the question came up by the end of the day, and I was hoping to not having him as a classmate. After all, our generation were two hundred students and it was almost impossible to have classes with the persons you shared the integration activities. 

But, just see, I was cursed by the destiny since the beginning. 

Of course we were classmates.