A Thin Line Between Love and Danger

Chapter 4

She gives a little nod of her head. "If you meant to refer to me as bossy, then the answer is yes." Although her eyes are narrowed, a sliver of a grin manages to make its way through. This is my time," she says. “Su compañero de clase es atractivo.”

I chuckled to myself. She has just complemented herself by telling me that my classmate is stunning since she is gorgeous. Unabashedly, I nodded my head in accord. I am certain that my classmate is the right person.

Despite the fact that her skin is tanned, I can see the flush that is rising to her cheeks. She asks, "How old are you?" in English.

"That is not a fact; rather, it is a question. Also, in English, without a doubt."

"In order to get to the point, I need to bring up a question. You seem to be a little bit older than the majority of Spanish student sophomores.

"What do you think my age is based on?"

It's twenty-three. Is it twenty-four? She asserts.

It is not too far off with her. She doesn't need to be aware of the fact that I am twenty-five years old. I replied with a "twenty-two."

When she adds, "Veintidos años tiene," she is presenting her second piece of information about me.

I retort, "You are trying to cheat."

In the event that this is one of the facts you know about me, you are required to express it in Spanish.

It is "Ustedengaña."

The arch of her eyebrow is a clear indication that she was surprised to find out that I was able to translate that phrase into Spanish.

In response, she responds, "That's three for you."

One more is still available for you.

Usted es un perro

I chuckled to myself. It was a mistake on your part to refer to me as a dog.

Her head is shaking in shock. The statement is not an accident.

As soon as she feels a vibration from her phone, she takes it out of her pocket and gives it her whole attention. To give the impression that I am doing the same thing, I lean back in my chair and grab my own phone. During the time, while the rest of the class is doing the homework, we relax in silence.

Out of the corner of my eye, I get a glimpse of her as she sends a text message, her fingers moving fast over the screen of her phone. She is quite adorable. It's great that I'm starting to look forward to attending this class. All of a sudden, it does not seem that those three days a week is sufficient.

There are around fifteen minutes remaining in class, and I am doing all in my power to prevent myself from looking at her until the very end. Since the time when she referred to me as a dog, she has not made any other statements. She is not paying attention to a single word that the teacher has spoken as she doodles in her notebook.

I observe her conduct herself. It is either that she is completely absent or that she is completely engrossed in something else. I try to get a closer look at what she is writing by leaning forward and looking at it more closely. Despite the fact that I am feeling inquisitive, she did read my text earlier; therefore, I believe that my behavior is appropriate.

It is possible that the energy drink that she consumed is the cause of her pen running furiously over the paper: she is writing. When she is writing down the sentences, I read them to myself. In spite of the fact that I have read them several times, they do not make a single bit of sense.

I now have no choice but to eat raw squid because trains and buses stole my shoes.

The unpredictability of all the phrases that are strewn over the paper causes me to giggle, and she gives me a glimpse as she looks up at me. I look her in the eye, and she responds with a sly smile.

Then, while she does so, she taps her pen on her notepad while looking down at it. She mutters, "I end up getting bored." I don't have a very long attention span," the speaker said.

I have a really long attention span in general, but it seems that I am not able to maintain it when I am sitting next to her.

I reply, "There are times when I don't either." On the other side of the desk, I stretch out and gesture at her words. This is what it is? A code under wraps?"

Following the dropping of her pen and the shrugging of her shoulders, she brings the notebook closer to me. It's simply something I do when I'm bored, and it's not very smart. It's fun to test my ability to come up with a lot of odd things without really having to think about them. As they continue to defy logic, I am gaining more and more ground.

To what extent did you win? I inquire with the hope of receiving assistance. This girl is a mystery to others. What are the chances of you losing if you are the only one participating in your game?

A grin vanishes from her face, and she looks aside, concentrating her gaze on the notepad that is in front of her. Her finger carefully traces the letters in one of the words as she moves it over them. I can't help but wonder what the heck I just said to cause such a dramatic and rapid shift in her mood. She takes her pen in her hand and delivers it to me, shrugging off any things that have just brought her mind into a state of darkness.

According to her, "Try it." The phrase "it's highly addictive"

I remove the pen from her grasp and locate a vacant space on the page she is working on. "So I simply type down anything I want? What comes to mind at this moment?

Her response is "no." It is the complete opposite. Attempt to keep it out of your mind. Do your best to prevent anything from coming to mind. Simply put, write.

I do precisely what she instructs me to do, which is to push the pen to the page. All I do is write.

Suddenly, my mother is crying rainbows because I accidentally spilled a can of corn down the laundry chute.

As I put the pen down, I couldn't help but feel rather foolish. When she finishes reading it, she covers her lips in an effort to suppress a chuckle. She then offers me the pen once again after turning to a new page and writing, "You're a natural."

I am grateful to you. Listening to disco music makes it easier for me to breathe. Unicorn juice.

Exactly at the moment when the instructor is dismissing the class, she laughs once again and snatches the pen away from me. There is a flurry of activity as everyone quickly slips out of their chairs and places their books in their bags.

The exception is us. We are both smiling and looking down at the paper, and neither of us is moving.

She then lowers the notebook down the table and into her bag after placing her palm on the notebook and carefully closing it over her hand. She gave me a glance in return. She whispers, "Don't get up yet," as she rises up from her seat.

The question, "Why not?"

Given that... for the purpose of determining whether I am, in fact, a great piece of ass, you are required to remain seated there while I walk away. She gives me a wink and quickly turns around.

Oh, my God. I do every single thing that she tells me to do, focusing my gaze squarely on her rear end. Exactly my luck, that's exactly the way I wanted it. Her whole physique, from head to toe, is flawless. Watching her make her way down the stairs, I remained perfectly motionless in my seat.

Who the heck is this chick, and where did she come from? Since the beginning of my existence, where in the heck has she been? The idea that whatever just took place between us is the only thing that could ever take place is something that I despise. Lie-based relationships are never a good way to start. More specifically, falsehoods such as mine.

I pull my attention back to her eyes as she goes out the door, and she gives me a quick peek over her shoulder as she leaves. She receives a thumbs-up from me. She lets out a chuckle before leaving the classroom via the door.

Attempting to get her out of my brain, I pack my belongings and get ready to go. Tonight, I need to be at my best. There is simply too much at stake for one to allow such a beautiful and flawless as** to distract them.