Let's Keep a Secret

"Javier! Javier!" I turned to see my friend Pedro. he was one of the only other Mexican kids in our school. There were others ofcourse. "Hello. How are you?" "I'm great! I was wondering if you could help me with the math homework later?" "Yeah sure." We spoke for a little while more. I said hello to friends and acquaintances who passed by. "Javier Gonzales, please come to the principal's office." I was confused as to what I could have been getting in trouble for. If I was even in trouble. I said goodbye to Pedro and walked to the office. It was a short walk. Just past the cafeteria. I racked my knuckles against the door three times. Mrs. Jones' old sweet voice welcomed me in. "Good morning Mrs. Jones. How are you today?" She smiled, "I'm wonderful Mr. Gonzales. How are you?" "Good. I'm good. I'm not in trouble am I?" "Of course not." she motioned to a man I hadn't noticed. "We have a new teacher. Mr. Barros." Mr. Barros couldn't have been older than 17 it seemed. He was small with a roundish face and little hands. He had light brown hair and pale skin as well as dark brown eyes. "Hello?" he waved a hand in front of me and I felt myself blush. "Sorry. You just seem. . . " "Young?" he asked and then laughed. "I dont mean to sound rude-" "No. No. I'm actually 22." "Ah- oh." I stood awkwardly. He was very attractive. He held out one of his small hands and I engulfed it with my own. "Nice to meet you! You are gonna show me around school right?" I nodded, "Sure. I mean- yes sir." He laughed and I felt myself blush again. "No need. Your gonna make me feel old. Migel is fine really." The more he spoke the more I heard his accent. It wasn't really Spanish or Jamaican. Maybe in the middle? As we walked out of the office and down the hall students caught eye of him. He had a relaxed smirk as they students made their way to their homerooms. "Um, can I ask about your accent?" "Brazilian." "Oh that's cool. Did you grow up in Brazil?" "Just moved here." "I hope your settling in well." The bell rang and the students cleared the hall. I asked my classmates to tell my teacher what I was doing. "Actually," he said turning to me. I blushed again. Never in my 18 years have I met someone so beautiful. He put a hand on my arm, "It would look weird if I try to put my hand on your shoulder. Your a giant." he explained. I nodded and he continued. "I do need help unpacking. I dont have enough money to pay movers. But if your guardian is okay with it I could pay you a something to help me. My furniture is on the lawn still." He looked up at me with minipulitive puppy brown eyes, "Its heavy." "Actually, I'm 18. But you don't have to pay me I'll help you after tutoring today." He smiled, "That's very kind of of you. But please let me pay you." "No no I couldnt." "Then let me make you dinner or something." I blushed. I knew he wasn't asking me on a date but my mind help but to imagine it. "I dont know. I mean it's not like it's super hard work." "Well for me it has been and you are an angel. So please. What do you like?" I decided to give in. At least he wasn't shoving money in my face. "Um, I like tacos and macaroni." "Together?" he laughed. I blushed harder, "Uh, yes." "That's so strange. Deal." I showed him around the school making small talk and explaining who was who. "Your school is quite large." "Yes but the heater doesn't work so you have to bring a jacket." He side eyed me, "Oh. . . 'have to'. Taking dominance already huh?" It felt like my heart stopped, "Huh!? Uh. . .no! I don't mean to tell you what to do! It just gets cold!" He laughed, "I'm just joking," he placed his hand on my chest, "for now at least." . . . I couldn't focuse for the rest of the day. Was he just messing with me? Or was he being serious? Pedro sat on my desk and with a smirk, "What's up with you ese?" I blushed and buried my head in my arms, "I met someone." "¿Eh? ¡Mí amìgo! ¡Tell me! ¡Tell me!" "¡Ni hablar!" I looked up at him scared almost. "Wait. . . did someone do something to you? You need me to beat an gilipollas up?" "No! No!" "Then what?" I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down to me making sure no one could hear me, "He's a. . . he's the new teacher." Pedros' thick brows shot up. He looked at me then smirked and wiggled them, "Tan escandaloso." He said it as though I was having. . . s****l i*********e. . . with Migel. That though made me blush. Migel was so cocky. I wonder if he mecame a mewling and moaning mess- My eyes widened and I shook my head, "Hush." He poked me, "Oh so you admit it. I want to see this teacher." It was the last period of the day. Tutoring. I was suposed to be helping him with math but he was too nosy and ADHD to focus. "No." "Aw why not? Is it some older man? A silver fox if I may?" I slightly pushed him slightly and he laughed, "No he is not. He's twenty two. And very very pretty for a guy." Pedro laughed, "Oh! Now I really want to meet him." we had about five minutes left until the bell rang so I just gave him my homework to copy. There was a knock on the door and I watched as our advisor opened it. I put my head down minding my own buisness. Then I felt Pedro shaking me. "What?" I asked looking up. Then I saw Migel. He was speaking quietly to the asvisor. "He's cute." Pedro whispered. I blushed again, "Yeah. I know. That's the teacher I was talking about mi amigó." His eyes widened and he slapped me on the back, "Go Javier!" he said way too loudly. This caught Migels attention and he looked over at us and smiled slyly. I blushed and he said something to the advisor and made his way to me. "Hey." he said as he sat down pulling a chair next to me. "H-hey. . . " I breathed out. That made him smile. He put a hand on my arm as he did that morning, "Too bad you're not in my class." he sighed. I laughed nervously, "Yeah. Too bad." I motioned to Pedro, "This is my friend." Migel looked at Pedro oddly. Then he smiled and gingerly took his hand, "Mr. Barros." Pedro smiled, "Pedro." That's weird. Why is he telling Pedro to call him 'Mr. Barros?" The bell rang and I said my goodbyes to Pedro. He left with a wink. I felt my face heat up and Migel put his hand on my arm, "Are you ready to go?" His eyes were so big. Almost like they were too big for his body. "Yeah I'm ready. So, where do you live?" "Down the street." he replied moving his bag strap on his shoulder. "Oh okay." I didnt know what to say really. He wasn't making me feel awkward. Just extremely nervous. I really just wanted to know what he was thinking.