My Sister's Boyfriend

- Anything. You did not do anything. - Besides being embarrassing, I thought.

- I thought you wanted it too. - I murmured softly. I felt more than humiliation. It was anger, anger, because I thought he wanted something. It seemed like he was showing all the signs. And now... I did this. I felt deceived and when I felt deceived, I became equally irritated and angry. I got up, exasperated. And I walked away, stamping my foot. Feeling ridiculous and humiliated.

- Malu! Wait... I ignored his protests and continued walking. I felt two arms turning me around. - I'm sorry, I...

- I understand, you don't want to.

- I want!

- I got it. And you want to know? Enough. Let me go. - I pulled my arm, letting go and starting walking again.

- At least let me explain.

- There's nothing to explain! I got it! Made me an idiot.

- I didn't make you look like an idiot. It has nothing to do!

- Leave it there. I don't want to know anymore, okay? - I said as I continued walking. - Let's pretend that none of this happened. Better! Let's pretend we never met. Looks good to me.

- Wait! - He held me again and I pulled his arm even harder.

- That's enough, okay? You can't keep manipulating me so you can have fun at my expense. - I felt a powerful anger mixed with humiliation inside me. I felt deceived, I felt pathetic and I couldn't control the words that came out of my mouth, exposing my jumbled thoughts. Basically, I was out of control. - Admit it... You did it on purpose, right? It made me want to, and then just... Ugh. That's ridiculous. I don't know why I'm talking to you. It's definitely the last time! - You do not understand!

-You're right. I don't understand. I hate bipolarity, because I am bipolar. If it's already difficult to deal with myself. Imagine with one more. It does not give. - I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. - Serious. Forgetting everything at that moment. Let's pretend we never met.

- You really are very drastic and dramatic. - He said, now also seeming changed.

-Wants to know? I'm wrong! - I walked away and left a static Igor behind me. In the distance I heard an angry growl. Unable to contain myself, I looked back and realized that he was sitting on the sand, bent over. I started walking again, promising myself that I would leave the damn day behind, in the sand. Of course, that was kind of impossible.

In my room, showered and combing my hair, the image of Igor never left my mind. As if that exasperated and irritable expression of his was engraved on my retina. And the worst part, I couldn't feel angry at him just for embarrassing me like that. I felt angry with myself too, I felt angry for imagining what our kiss would be like. Feeling angry at just imagining what the taste, the texture would be like... Pathetic.

I threw the hairbrush aside, completely frustrated. I lay down on the bed, pulling a pillow, laying my head on it and hugging him. I sighed. My window was open and there was a gentle wind, a soft wind that whistled lightly, mixed with the noises of the night, leaving me chilled and serene. The wind in turn brought the smell of the sea. I realized with horror that Igor smelled like the sea, and the gentle breeze reminded me of the feeling of his touch on my skin, on my wrist... I closed my eyes, irritated, frustrated, hurt and upset with myself. There was no way I could have become attached to something I had only known for a day. After a lot of tossing and turning in bed, I ended up falling asleep, with his name on my mind.

I woke up confused and with a sore back. Once again I had slept badly. The window was open and smelled like the sun. I sat on the bed, stretching. I felt a pop in my back and realized that the pain had improved. I got up, with my eyes closed and felt around the room until I reached the bathroom. I wet my face and tried to open my eyes, which were still heavy. I groaned at my image in the mirror, disheveled, with a swollen face. Still with my brain almost shutting down, I got into the hot bath. After the shower, now more awake, I went to change. I stopped in the room and saw the sandal full of sand. I immediately began to remember the night before and blushed furiously with anger. I huffed and went to my suitcase, choosing clothes. Trying to think about everything but him.

I got dressed, still nervous, and picked up my cell phone. Three calls from my dad and a text from him asking me to go get coffee. See how popular I am? The only one who calls and texts me is my father. I opened the door and left the room, avoiding looking at the next door. I went downstairs, with a headache, enjoying my moral hangover. I still felt angry and ashamed. I had to stop this, dwelling on past things. I had to forget, ignore, but it was difficult. I saw my father sitting at a table, with Carlos beside him. I sat next to them, saying nothing.

-Good morning. They both said.

- Hey.

- Did you have fun last night? - Carlos asked, very interested. I shrugged.

- We arrived late yesterday. - My father said. Didn't anyone realize I didn't want to talk?

-I didn't see you coming, I slept early.

- Hum.

- So it is. - And so, the conversation with my father ended. I ignored them and just ate my breakfast, sleepy and angry.

- Are you going to the beach today? - I looked up from the plate, surprised. My father was never one for many words and in fact he made me feel comfortable.

- No.

So are you going to walk on that boardwalk?

- Neither. I replied, returning to my plate.

- This is bad. I bought you a skateboard downtown, because I know you didn't bring yours. And I figured you'd enjoy walking today, since it's not too hot to be on the beach. - I looked at my father, now smiling from ear to ear. I got up from the table and ran to hug him.

- Thanks Dad! – He laughed awkwardly and I walked away. - Where is it?

- Upstairs, in my room. Go get it.

- Right. - I practically ran to the elevator and then to my father's room. I opened the door and came across a green Cristina sitting on the bed, her head was down, and she looked a little sickly. - Are you well? - It's none of your business.