- You're filthy, you know that? - I mean taking the books and keeping my purse. - Come on, because I don't want to be late!
- Same old Brooke! - she turns her eyes.
We walked down the corridor with our arms given and when we got to the intersection, between the classroom and the path to the sports court, some basketball guys were approaching, laughing and playing with a ball.
- Hey, boy! - Shane Jordan whistles, stopping to see me. - Brooke is yourself? I don't remember you being that sexy. Not even at the club.
Shane was Aron's best friend and Jesse's boyfriend, one of the fans. He was one of the pivotals, tall enough for me to keep my neck bent when I spoke to him.
- Hey, Shane! - I mean without looking at him. - Hey, how you doing?
I ask without enthusiasm, just for education. I didn't like Shane because he was as dumb as Ryder and Aron combined.
- Better now with that vision! - says he's pointing at me from top to bottom and smiling maliciously.
I sigh for Shane's attempted flirtation. He was beautiful, with his hair straight and brown, long to the shoulders, green eyes and tanned skin. He had muscles to give and sell. An athletic carriage and an annoying arrogance. He came even closer, placing his hand on the cupboard next to where I was and locking my passage.
- What will you do after class? - he asks.
- Why do you want to know? - I ask by frowning. - I'm already very busy tutoring someone else and don't have time to help.
- I don't need any help with my studies, I just thought we could eat a Japanese or pick up a movie. - he says folding his arms. - What do you think?
- Don't you have a girlfriend? - I ask with a frown.
- So what? - He says he's getting closer. - She won't know unless you tell her.
I squeeze my eyes making a frown and smile with disdain.
- You're disgusting! - I mean pushing Shane to get him out of my way. - I wouldn't go out with you, even if the survival of the human species needed it.
He looks at me with surprise and I look at him with irony.
- In fact, if the survival of the human race depended on someone like you, I would put an end to this hope myself. - I say. - I'm sure the world doesn't need more stupid people like you.
Turning my back, I go back on my way, but Shane grabs my arm making me face it. Before I could say anything, Jane gets in the way, stopping right in front of me.
- Fuck off, cowboy! - Jane says angry. - She's not available.
- And how do you know? Are you by any chance her pimp?
Shane asks with a laugh and beats her fists with the other one of her colleagues. Jane threatened to hit him, sighing in front of him.
- Leave that idiot alone, Jane! - I say sighing. - There's no point in standing here listening to Shane or anyone else.
- Ah! What's up, Brooke? I thought we could stretch out to the Cuban Favela. Have some mojitos or some beers. - he insists. - How's that?
- I don't drink Shane! - I mean letting go of my arm from Shane's hand and taking Jane's arm.
We walked back down the hall towards the classroom and sighed when I heard all the laughter directed at Shane.
- Wait! You can have soda if you want!
- I'd eat sand before I went out with you!
Turning my back again, I'm heading towards the classroom. I can still see Shane's smile turn yellow while everyone laughs. Jane lets out a laugh and goes on to her living room, which is next to mine. Since we'd have different classes today, we wouldn't meet until lunchtime. Sighing at the door of the room. There was a lot of noise coming from inside, which meant she was pretty full. Raising my chin, I enter, causing the room to fall into a deep silence as I crossed over to the teachers' table. All you could hear was the click of my heels against the floor. I ignore all the looks directed at me, deep breathing I keep myself firm and confident. Distracted, I prepare the material that will be used, when the noise returns, leaving me a little more calm. I look up to the point where I can see Aron's class coming in. Ignoring his gaze, I turn to the direction of the painting.
- Brooke?
I hear Aron's voice calling, after some whispering... I sigh turning around and smile politely.
- Evans, please! - I say it with disdain. - What can I do for you, Mr. Carter?
Frowning his forehead, he releases Tiffany, who was staring at me from above.
- Are you yourself? - ...he asks himself as if he didn't believe what he saw. - What's this about Mr. Carter?
- I'll be the class coach today, so we'll be a little more formal. - ...I say with an air of disdain. - Is there a problem with having me as a counselor? If there is, just talk to Mr. Keller.
- No, not at all! - he takes a break and takes a deep breath. - You look different, that's all.
- I'm still the same person, Mr. Carter. - I mean shrugging my shoulders.
Tiffany whispers something in his ear and I turn around to get some of the papers I
