Chapter two: Stalker.
After that he didn’t show on class, I was on panic thinking that he might got too angry or scared to come back, afraid of my words or my possible acctions but the true was that besides telling my friends about my accident with him i have not told any word with then about that subjet again, it was a little bit privet, for reasons unknow i felt it was something they’d not understand.
-One or two weeks later he showed up, I was on my way to class, very late that morning, he was on the corridor all rubbish and covered in blood, gettin into the bathroon, i decided to follow him.
- what the hell are you doing here?! he yelled while i get shocked by the scene, his neck was scratched and bloody, one of his eyes was really swollen he was all sweated and looked really beaten
-what happened to you?!
-that is not... is not you problem! – he can barely speak,-
-why did you came here in that condition, are you insane?
-shut up – said angry- go away, it’s men bathroom crist sake!
-I know, I know... is just that...
-you are following me!, can’t you understand? Are you stupid? Go away!
- I ran out after the “are you stupid” thing – i looked him to see any reactions.-
- He’s an idiot.-
- He was a mess, he was nuts, why’d i care about him being beaten? I told myself “go to the class room now, you are so late, you are so dumb, so slow... walk faster... faster!!” holding up my tears... I didn’t knew about him until the next day, he entered into the class room very late I didn’t look at him, he walked by my side and sat in the chair next to me.
- Now kids, we’re going to talk about that little book i recomended you... james, can you do the honors?
James who was in front of me stand up and begin to talk about it
-well, the book is about a crime and a jounalist trying to discover the true with a backgorund of love, i found it a little bit too girly for my taste
-a little bit girly for you taste? – he recalls.- that poor guy just wanted a hug from that girl he always loved, she betrayed him, she dump him in the worst escenario you can ever imagine, using a letter to let him know that she didn’t love him, how can she said “i loved you but i didn’t love you at the same time” how can that be possible?, he came back from war without an arm, beggin for a hug from her, just a hug and he will be ready to move on, that’s not girly, and after that he even help her to set his husband free from guilt, that wasn’t girly...
-great point of view – the professor told him with a smile.- james point is valid too, that’s why this is called a discussion but i’m afraid that you – he gave him a sarcastic look.- have sayed all
-not all – i said.- I think Hatsue was in her right to be happy, she was in love with his husband, she loved ishmahel but she knew he wasn’t the love of her life, can you blame her for not having a better way to describe it to him? He was on war... away
-she’d have wait – he told me with angy eyes and i notice that his face looked pefect, no scratch in his neck no swollen eye... I became confuse, he just gave me a smile, a croocked one.
The bell rang and it was over... the professor told us to continued in the next class the next week we all agreed.
-wow how intense was that? – josh told me in lunch time i laugh.- i didn’t read the book, what’s the name again?
-snow falling on cedars – David Guterson
-right – he said.-
-right – i said.-
After lunch i looked after him, he wasn’t anywhere... he came back to the class room on spanish class.
-buenos días alumnos – Ms. Torres Said.-
'good morning pupils'
- buenos días profesora – we said.-
'good morning profesor'
-today you’re going to tell me what you did the past holidays, hope you guys have study cause i’m not going to repeat this test, i have no time for that, let’s start with ... umm... Bastian Blood...
- vampire! – someone yelled.-
-ok... – he said not giving much importance to the word.-
-mis vacaciones... uh...
‘my holidays’
-you are doing it well Blood – the teacher said.-
-estuve en casa de mi amigo en Londres
i was in the house of a friend in London
-very good and…
-y tuve mochos…
-muchas – she corrected him”
‘many’
-muchas... amm...
-amm – she said
-muchas, i don’t know how to say it...
-what?
-fights
-peleas
-muchas peleas con otras personas y por eso estoy aquí, estudiando aquí
‘many rights with other people and that’s why i’m here, studiying here”
-nutcase! – someone said and the rest started to laugh.
quiet please – teacher said.-
- that’s all – he finished.-
- very good blood, a little short but very nice pronunciation.
then i followed him after class I followed him. I was too shocked by the fact that he wasn’t beaten anymore i had to follow him. And i did it.
I follow him to a far ground he didn’t notice me, I stoped and closed his eyes, stayed like that for minutes then he opened again and look right into my eyes... i almost pee my pants.
- you are a stalker – he said very angry.-
- I ...
- Go away now or you will get hurt.
- But...
- I’m not joking, you can’t stay
- But your face and neck...
- Get over it! I wasn’t that beaten...
- I won’t go anywhere.
- Well then... – he looked at me with eyes wide opens and all i remember is me in his arms falling to the ground. When i woke up i was in my room and there was a note who said “you are a pain in the ass”