Chapter 2 II

The next day I saw her sitting at some tables in the school parking lot, she was alone, making a picture, I arrived and told her:

- Do you need my support?

- No, I don't need your help, thank you anyway.

- Why do you have to be so difficult?

- I just told you that I don't need your help, you should worry better about doing your school activities.

- I do my homework, I saw you sitting here making the cardboard and I wanted to see if I could help, that's all, you don't have to get like that with me.

- I'm not getting defensive, I want to finish my task without any distractions.

Just then, a friend of hers "Camila" arrives and says.

- Eva, hurry up, in 15 minutes we have to present and we need the sheet, I will be in the living room waiting for you.

That was my moment, I still needed to highlight the letters and finish coloring some drawings, so I told him.

- I think you do need help because in 15 minutes you are not going to be able to make the sheet yourself, are you?

He looked at me with a "I hate you" face and then said.

- Okay, but that doesn't mean anything.

- I'm going to help you finish the sheet.

- Hateful?

-Yeah.

- I'm not hateful and just shut up and grab a color so you can start coloring

In 10 minutes we finished the task and she went to the living room to present, I helped her draw, but it starts for a reason, after that I went home because it was already three in the afternoon and my mother was surely waiting for me.

When I got home, my mom asked me

-Samuel, if you leave school at 11:30, why do you come home here at 3 in the afternoon? I want to know what you do all that time

- Okay, I'm going to tell you the truth, I'm interested in a girl who studies in the afternoon and well for that reason I stay until two or three in the afternoon.

- You are in love.

-Yes mom

- And that girl belongs to you?

- I know that she has feelings for me, but they already told her at school that I have a reputation as a womanizer and that it is most likely just a whim for me.

- If you are so in love, show her that you are not what they say and that you can become the boy she deserves.

My mother's words were all I needed; they were my motivation.

-I'm going to fight for Eva mom, I promise you.

- Let's see and tell me more or less, what is it like?

- A little shorter than me, she has long, dark brown hair. She is white, her eyes are brown, in the sun they look honey-colored, she has small freckles, her mom smile is perfect, she should be a Colgate model, her hands are so delicate, she has a very good body and her way of being and acting is so only.

-You detailed it perfectly and your eyes shine.

-Yeah?

-Fight for her and don't make her lose the interest she has in you.

All my life I knew that mothers' advice is the best, but what my mother told me that day touched my heart. He had already given me permission to stay an hour or two after I got out of class. That meant that he no longer had any obstacles to trying to conquer her. That day was Friday, so I wasn't going to see her the next day because there were no classes until Monday. I spent the whole weekend thinking about what I was going to do to make her stop being so dry and cold to me. I went to Facebook as usual and saw a post that she shared about coffee cookies and said "I have an addiction" and I thought I could buy it from her so she could see if I noticed her in general.

The long-awaited Monday finally arrived and I saw her, I realized that for some reason that I didn't know she had let her guard down with me. I told him he would have no problem accompanying me to the school canteen and he agreed to go. When we arrived, he started talking to a girl and I bought her the coffee cookies that were her addiction, according to the Facebook post, I hid them and told her.

-Ready, let's go.

-What did you do?

I stood in front of her and gave her the coffee cookies. At first it made me laugh because she was as red as a tomato and then she said.

-I don't accept anything from anyone, so I can't accept them.

-If they are your favorites, do you feel sorry for them?

-Yes, it makes me sad and I'm not going to accept them.

- Ha ha ha.

I grabbed his hand, opened it, put the cookies in, and walked away so he wouldn't give them back to me and after 1 minute he said.

-Thank you, I really love them.

- I know, that's why I bought them.

-Don't tell me like that and how did you know that they fascinate me?

- I'm starting to notice the things you like.

-That was nice of you.

Mission accomplished, under guard, interest in me returned and that meant "opportunity."

That day we were together for a long time, I would say about an hour and a half, we talked about the things we liked and what we didn't, what made us feel good and what didn't. Every minute I fell more in love with Eva, after spending time with her I left happy, the next day I was going to see her again.

When I got home, I changed my clothes, ate and went to the court that was nearby, I spent an hour or two playing basketball with some friends and then I left, took another shower and had dinner. Before going to sleep I wanted to send her a good night message, so I did and she only left me in the know, it was obvious that something was happening and I was already starting to worry, but I went to sleep peacefully because the next day I would see her and we would go to speak.