Chapter 5: Clearing things
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"Well, start talking." I said.
"Okay, let's get things clear." He told me.
"One, I don't think you're immature, and you aren't a lost cause, you will get there."
"Two, dating girls my age is more appropriate, this would be wrong." He gestured between us.
"Three, that girl that hit you was my ex, she still claims I'm hers, she cheated on me with my best friend, I'm sorry that she hit you."
"Thanks for clearing things." I replied.
"Who's Mateo?"
I took a deep breath before telling him. "I used to be in a relationship with Kyle, we were very much in love, and one day things got out of control and I ended up pregnant, we had a beautiful baby boy." Tears were falling.
"His heart gave up when he was seven months. I've had a hole in my heart since he left. Here's a picture of him."
"He was a cute a baby." He said.
"He was, and that's my story. I miss him so much. I visit him everyday." I wiped my tears.
"I'm sorry that happened to you." He said while grabbing my hands.
"Thanks." I gave him a faint smile. We stayed like that for a few seconds.
"So, how about we get back to Spanish." I said removing my hands from his.
"Yeah, finish these sentences."
"Okay." I grabbed the paper. I did a few sentences and now to the hardest part.
"Time to pronounce them." He said.
"But-"
"No buts, now pronounce this." Needles to say, it was hard.
"Alright, pronounce this. Preciosa." He said as he looked at me. I tried, but my R's weren't correct.
"Cute." He chuckled.
"You're the worst, what does peciosa means?"
"You mean preciosa?"
"Yeah that's what I said, don't you listen?" He laughed at my misery.
"It means, beautiful."
"Oh, man this is hard." I sighed.
"You'll get there."
"I hope so, I need to graduate, I do not want to go to school for one subject." I retorted.
"True that."
We stayed there in silence for a few seconds it wasn't awkward. "Do you want coffee?" I asked.
"Sure." He followed me to the kitchen.
"So, Mr Roman, doesn't it get lonely living by yourself in a big house?"
"You can call me Pietro outside of school, and it does get lonely, but I just haven't found the perfect girl who would make me feel sparks." He replied before sipping his coffee.
"And what about you?"
"Well, I kind of like this guy, but he doesn't like me back, so I guess there's no one for me either." I shrugged.
"He must be blind to not like you back."
"Yeah, he is, sometimes I want to shove my fist down his throat." He just laughed.
"Now I'm hungry, we should order pizza." I said to him.
"Pizza sounds great." He replied.
"I'll go order it." As I was getting up I tripped, he managed to catch me on time. His arms were wrapped around my waist tight, great catch.
I looked up and his eyes met mine. We started to lean in, his lips brushed against mine.
But reality called. "Uhm, are you okay?" He asked releasing me from his arms.
"Yeah, I'm clumsy, sorry."
"Don't worry."
"I'm going to call now." I mentioned.
"Actually, I have to do things, thanks for coffee, I'll see you on Monday." He waved then left.
"He's so difficult." I sighed.
A month flew by, things were the same with Pietro, he's dating a teacher, not gonna lie, it hurts to see them.
From day one, I knew there was a connection between us, but me being his student changed it all. Guess I should move on from this crush, because I just got crushed.
I went into the school just to see him with her being all lovey dovey, I turned around and bumped into Jackson.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah." I rubbed my forehead.
"That's a big I'm not okay." He said.
"You have no idea." I sighed.
"I'm all ears." He grinned. Jackson, was a nice guy and no, nothing romantic was going on. For one, I don't like him in that way and for two, he's gay. We're just really good friends.
"How about after class we go for some cupcakes and I will tell you all about it."
"Cupcakes and gossip, I'm in." He said making me chuckle.
After classes we went to the bakery. I did leave the detail that they guy I like was Pietro.
"He's a tool and deserves a punch." He shrugged.
"I agree."
Then in the background I heard them ordering, great can this get any worse.
Soon his eyes landed on me, I was busy pretending I was texting.
"Hey, Mr Roman." Jackson said.
"Hello." He said in a cold tone.
"Gee, serious much?" I rolled my eyes.
"Excuse me?" He said with crossed arms.
"Show some respect." She said.
"Listen lady, don't tell my friend what to do." Jackson told her.
"I'm your history teacher, respect me."
"We're not in school, and you're not my teacher." He shot back.
"You two can go be lovey dovey over there." I pointed to another booth.
"Real mature, Miss Crawford." Pietro said with a serious look.
"I know right, I deserve an award." I grinned Jackson just laughed. They went to their booth.
"Soo."
"So, what?"
"Hottie Roman is the one you're crushing on?" He whispered.
"Yeah." I sighed.
"By the looks of it, he likes you."
"Doubt it."
We stayed there talking , ordered some coffee with more cupcakes. I would also catch him glaring at me.
After a while we went home.
It was a beautiful Saturday morning, my parents left to go for a business lunch and would be out all day. Guess I'm ordering Chinese food. Don't feel like cooking.
After an hour the food finally arrived.
There was a knock on my door. Who dares disturbs me.
I went to open it and of course it was him. "May I help you?"
"Interesting look." He said.
"It's Saturday morning, I like to stay in pj's." I shrugged.
"Now, why are you here, shouldn't you be with boring history teacher?" I asked while crossing my arms.
"Jealous?" He asked while getting closer.
"Nope, because to be jealous, I have to like you, which I don't." I took another step closer.
"Oh really? He took another step closer and started to lean in.
"Ahem." Someone cleared their throat.
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