My Bet Is You

by Manuela Ricci

  I spend another three hours to concentrate on lessons, I try to take notes even be able to sneak up to

  out and join the others to go to the cafeteria.

  Meet Lex, Gus and Blaze in the vicinity of the third department of the complex.

  "Shit, JJ, finally, I'm starving," protests spreading his arms Lex.

  "Calm down man, I lecture the other side of campus." Blaze body at me questioningly, maybe you are wondering why I ran against Drew like a fucking dog that goes to mark a territory that does not belong.

  "Now can we go?". It Is Gus to intervene this time.

  "Yes, but we go to the canteen dell'aerea the art of acting, Tia said that we could have lunch with them," says Blaze. No one objected, I sink my feet into the ground like she was sucking. Perfect, I can not say I want to go there, I would give it too much attention, so I take the check, and I join them.

  "You're a little 'quiet, all right?" Just watching my best friend and increase the pace to owe him not to lie again. Why not good just for a cock. They are plated by something I do not know, that's me coming in without asking permission. It's a feeling I never felt before now, before her, so confused that I can hardly recognize the part of me that would take her only game to get easy sex without implications.

  But it's not me that I made a snap, putting crouched on the ball in front of the offensive Lineman ready to

  create action, by passing the ball backwards between his legs looking for the receiver, no, that the launch did she, with her sharp words, with his elusive ways, and I'm watching that ball too far away to be able to take it. Do not grind yards, they are literally vanishing before my eyes.

  When we enter the canteen, we are hit by the subdued voices of other students, my head turns automatically, at the same time that my spine is covered by a deep conviction that turns into ice making me shiver.

  My eyes are linked in to his body, lambendolo, is sitting at a table near the windows looking out onto the garden, I felt his presence I could not see it.

  "They are there," I point with a nod to the table, and I am stepping stone to get something to put in their mouths, even if I have the stomach closed. The foot dragging and the four of us sit with them. Tia greets us first, enthusiastic, and Carrie sketches a forced smile. I put myself at the end of the table, so that my eyes can only catch a glimpse, and I can pretend to pay attention to my portion of food.

  "So, how was your first day at UCLA?" Question Blaze sinking his fork into a hearty dish of pasta. We took all the same, we are in preparation, so from now on until the end of the season is provided only one based at lunch carbohydrate diet, dinner salad and suicide workouts for which only few can survive.

  "Crazy, here ... here everything is beautiful," squeaks Tia with all his energy, capable of envy of a hurricane, while the silence, composure Carrie, his enthusiasm failed to roll on the skin.

  I do not need to look to know who is smiling, and that when it does come to life dimpled corners of the mouth, sank his teeth into her lower lip tightening too strong a fork.

  "Shit Logan are you there?" Gus waving his hand in front of my face, pulled back in a click, leaving even blown my friend by my own gesture.

  "I ... I ...", the words trailing surrendering to them, I get up and with one hand tucked among the hair I walk away from the table. The corridors are empty, but the silence that surrounds me is not enough as the space I have available.

  "You may know that you have problems?" That's the tackle from three hundred pounds. I face, violently pounding heart in the chest to the point that each beat is a grueling torture, her eyes right now it is not. "None of your business"

  Caccio hands in my pocket and I'm leaving, his meter and sixty tries to block my way.

  "I do not think," says narrowing his eyes and I can see his eyes change color quickly, it is pungent, not afraid, but I do, I have a fucking afraid of what I might say or even do.

  Serro hands into fists, feel the itch of desire, my eyes wander over her body imprimendone in memory every line and curve that laps.

  "I think so," I cross the no resign myself, I know that if I stop again, would I be to not be able to stop me. And that's exactly what he does, his fingertips touching my biceps, an electric shock through me so quickly leave completely empty of thoughts.

  I take her by the arm, just wait a second, is the only time that I allow to stand back, to tell me to stop, but he does not, and I open the door to my right, a utility used by the servants.

  The darkness welcomes us almost completely, if not for a slight crack that penetrates through a small window overlooking the rear of the building. I close the door by pressing her small body against, I'll take a minute to look brown hair falling soft over the shoulders, to see her shirt with blue stripes that end the breasts pronounced, and I wonder how could fit in my hand , filling it with the warmth of her skin velvety. I inumidisco lips with his tongue, teeth accompany the gesture letting them slide slowly.

  His big doe eyes are impassive, hypnotize me, fixed in my mouth. The cingo alive, the fabric of the shirt is lifted soon, leaving a flap of skin that comes into collision with my touch, burning, light tickle fingertips that part, his eyelids quiver repeatedly against my eye.

  "You're drowning," The words come from the sun, charged with desire, lust, a whirlwind of emotions that rain down on us.

  I grab a lock of her soft hair with his free hand, and small circles come to life on her, I can feel the chills accompany me on this slow, grueling dance that I can not control, to stop the air around us it seems to have been sucked, together with our breaths are suspended between us, a few millimeters from our lips quivering.

  "I do not know why, but there it is, with you is like drowning every time you look at me, I can not breathe, the strength of your sbattermene irritating ways, because they are the part of you that I prefer ..." hold back a laugh. "... or rather, one of the parts of you that I prefer."

  We are not in a closet, we are not at the Campus, we are poised in a place we do not know, we are entering into something that at least I do not know, a part of me, screaming to get out, to stay away, but I can not move , it can not, is like a thin thread that keeps me chained to her.

  "Logan," whispers my name in a way that makes me feel a slight crack which is making room in his armor.

  I lean closer to his face, his breathing accelerates, it's like a wind it bursts that overwhelms me.

  "Carrie," I whisper, making floating up from her mouth to her eyes. Stop me now, stop me, somehow I'm saying it to him, I'm begging, perhaps for both, but when revoke all away, I find her cheek to welcome my lips.

  A strangled groan, almost desperate, he exploded in his throat, filling the space around us. I press my palm against the wood of the door to catch me with a bitter taste of defeat, the loss of something that I never had, and I wonder whether it is possible to want something so much that he decided to avoid at the same time?

  "Excuse me ... if for you is like drowning, I'm under the water for too long to be able to re-emerge."

  I instantly paralyzed, still, I can not prevent her from running away with the dull thud which produces the door slamming, putting every possible distance between us. I am under the water for too long to be able to re-emerge. What happened? When I enter the classroom of Professor Monthgomery I am still dazed looking for a place to land, or a place that rips me completely away from the casino where I gotten myself into. Yes, because I'm in the shit.

  A girl for me was synonymous only having sex, lots of sex, zero complications, while Carrie Murphy, who sits in the front row, it's just zero complications with sex.

  "He wanted to see me?" I ask, not that my eyes seek it, is a temptation when I think of my hand on his skin, I also heard him the thrill of his body, the heat mingled with mine, his heart was missing the same beats that lost mine, I did not have imagined.

  "Yes, Jhonson. Remember the research I've done you have to play the last. "

  I nod, remembering to perfection when we stoo
d in front of one of the questions that still stands for discussions among the various doctors, and the various hospitals.

  "I wish illustrate his work to Miss Murphy, I want to see what they think about her, and then of course I need a report from both of them."

  Monthgomery, is not only a professor, he pushes you beyond your limits, prepares you for real life that awaits you outside these walls.

  One of his test, it is not a vote to add, you immerse yourself in the work you should do when you start the internship, sometimes do not treat you as a student, but as a trainee ready to make choices, to thin out medical records and making diagnosis.

  "I want cooperiate together as a team." My balls have just taken the worst kick. Carrie looks almost startled.

  "There are problems Murphy?", He shakes his head leaving sway her hair over her shoulders.

  "Well, I expect for Saturday relationship." He frowned.

  "On Saturday?", We exclaim in unison. It is only at that moment that my eyes come in his tiptoes. I do not know if it is the reflection of light, but it seems almost blushing.

  Sure it's just me, because it is going now to look away from mine.

  "That's right, for Saturday. So I guess I Agree get right to work. "And with these last words only dismisses us, leaving us in a room that no matter how large, at this moment the walls are falling apart to me.

  "Listen Carrie ..." I try to say, but to no avail because it collects his books, take the bag from the floor and smiles a little taunting me from head to foot.

  "Do not bother to apologize, nothing happened that's worth talking about." I bite the inside of her cheek, trying to contain the anger that I feel fit for that at all, who managed not know how to devastarmi before it became something .

  True, I was taking away from me, and partly because I did not understand. I thought it was messed up for my past, or because her he had perhaps one of my more complicated, but in reality, I was trying to save me from this.

  He reaches the door casually, I follow her with his eyes without realizing it.

  With one hand resting against the jamb turns me another look.

  "Then, you know Logan, you seem to be more like bathrooms that closets." I know that you are referring to this morning, to Bettany, but how could I explain to her that I did it just to protect her? To prevent the power he has bet in this school is flung against her?

  "Then why do you stay?" I say daring, appropriating surplus of its air, the little space that divides us deeply and inspired the sweet scent of coconut milk that covers its skin.

  "Just to let you know that I'll never have. See you for the task, Jhonson. "

  I'm slowly drowning, his steps are only a muffled sound that goes into my ears, where the strong beating of the heart to drown out every noise around me. Just to let you know that I'll never have. That phrase is repeated fucking loop in the brain and stabs me how many small splinters, startles me by thick that the press in his chest, a strange pain that seems to crush even the ribs.

  Only words, letters, phrase, and I'm reeling in my breath with his knuckles that hurt me as much as his fists are tight.

  I never you.

  9

  REMEMBER TO BREATHE

  Carrie

  I walk down the hall without looking back, I can not do it, I can not look at that look, the way it breaks my, like a wave that tries to lap the shoreline and lugging whatever she understood. That's what I feel, I perceive, when her eyes found mine.

  I leave the department of human sciences with the chills that continue to flow on my body. Do not abandon me, as if his hand were still here. I lay on my side, almost with fear, where his touch has left me breathless, as if his fingers are engraved in the flesh, segnandomi something that I can not, that I do not understand at this time.

  His warm breath blew on the skin like a wind from which you can not hide. You're drowning. I know that feeling. He was going to completely strip away all that I have built around this time. But where the hell is your head Carrie? I shake my head and I see that Tia waving his arms towards me. I stuck a fake smile, one of many that show since my life has changed, and yes, it sucks to pretend that all is well, that I'm fine, but it does not. They are under water for a long time and I can not re-emerge, breathe.

  "Hey, how come it took you so long?" I give a start by accantonandoli thoughts and together we are approaching the student residence.

  "Professor Monthgomery, the course of human sciences has assigned a task to me with Logan." His name burns on leaving language that bitter aftertaste, in asking me what it tastes like, the blaze cheeks at the thought, as something lethal, dangerous , it flows in my veins, with the knowledge that he is everything from which I have to stay away. But it seems obvious that the whole world is plotting against me, a whole week to spend with the boy most coveted of all UCLA, and I am endeavoring in vain to hate.

  I'm doing just a little effort, because really I was thirsty of its flavor, the scent of his cologne was stunned in such a way that for a moment I stopped to think, to question me, to give me some answers, for a moment, in those four walls impregnated by our breaths existed just me and him, and that's to scare me, Logan is to intimidate, the power that somehow manages to have on me.

  "Well, I see that spurt joy from every pore", Tia mutters while without any decency devotes to her Chupa-Chups.

  The fulmino instantly, for she is certainly not a secret why I want to stay away from someone like him, but he knows the wrong secret, one that paints Logan as the worst of balloons inflated with whom he would not go out.

  And not, as the guy who began to occupy my nights, in which I imagine her rippling muscles while his meter and ninety towers boldly against my body, making me feel the warmth of the skin that spreads over me, rotolandomi him in a mixture of chills that run through me from head to foot. Holy shit Carrie, come round.

  "You're too big for what?" I point the lollipop, "for no other reason, but I have caught at least a dozen guys you looked imagining anything in your mouth," he says mischievously winking.

  Tiana wrinkles his nose and with a snap of her lips almost spits out the Chupa-Chups, looking at the right disgusting.

  "Yuck," shudders, throwing trash in the first one it finds. "Good girl." He bursts out laughing, but really I'm just holding back all the emotions raging seeking to sovrastarmi. They have not broken in the past, they will not even now.

  "However, I understand that Logan is not exactly your type, but is not that asshole like you think," gesticulating animatedly, as he always does when the blend into something head.

  "We have a different conception of Tia asshole, Logan," The asshole. ' "Mime the gesture of quotation marks in the air," I do not think we have done just the cleaning ladies, the old lady of the secretariat and some teachers. »

  The very thought of him in bed with another crosses my mind so quickly and fast that I almost hurt. The temple throbs and stomach shrinks. In fact it was enough to just see Bettany, wrapped in her blanket to be hit by a tsunami that had not remotely anticipated.

  "There's nothing wrong with that, everyone likes to have sex ..." Tia bites his lower lip once, before adding, "I'm sorry."

  "Do not worry," I will only answer. I see his eyes in front of my reassure me, they promise me to trust him, that we will come out together, but it was not like this, not for me, left me under water to drown alone, with grueling torture all that from then on I would have surrounded.

  Every day, the memories seem so dim, distant, but in reality, then swoop sharper than ever once again snatching the breath.

  "Listen, I was thinking ..." Tia is going to drop the bomb, I can feel it from the way her voice trembles.

  "Shoot," I interrupt, once you arrive to the student.

  "Blaze told me that tonight they had a party, something quiet ..." he shrugs interrupting, rummage in the bag to catch the key to our house.

  "The holidays are never quiet, and those with drunk football players still are not." The first, and the last to Santa
Monica Beach was enough for the entire academic year.

  "It's just a barbecue by the pool." We enter the lobby, mischiandoci the flow of our roommates running up and down the stairs.

  "Well, well go, I turn to Danny's and then I have to study." Pesta feet at every step like a real baby throwing a tantrum.

  "Do not try it, you may not be able to move me," I warn, just before you fly very room. I just have time to relax before you dive in the inviting smell of fried and grilled meat.

  "You're my best friend," protest. I sink into the bed, kicking off her shoes. I move my toes finally free.

  "Which is why I refuse to come. Can not you see I'm trying to save our friendship? "Prop his elbows on the mattress for a better look. Maybe he imagined that the time would have returned crazy and unleashed Carrie, the one you threw first off a cliff without the fear of what would happen after. But the reality is that that person no longer exists, was my exuberance has ruin the lives of me and my family, to make me the perfect target for the Catholic town of Stanley.

  "I need you to be there!" Puts a pout, but I ignore.

  I have no intention of seeing him, and I think he will also want the same, seen as I walked out the classroom door.

  When I take round by Danny's, Mercedes is all exhilarated to audition will have to do over the weekend.

  "It's beautiful," I congratulate you, knowing well how were struggling to achieve his dream of becoming a model.

  "I do not want to get excited too." It saddens me, settle one of the tables that have just released.

  "Try to be positive, you'll see that this time will be fine, I'm sure," I assure her, after all the mishaps that have happened, is not simply an environment in which being able to get in, but if there is someone capable to do so, it is she.

  "It takes a lot?" I roll my eyes without seeing me, before I turned into the most hateful voice to the world. "I'm coming." Mercy stops me by the elbow. "You want me to go?"

  Bettany and her friends with their designer bags in beautiful shows they are just sitting at one of my tables.