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8

"I think I'm going to start going to that gym they mention so much on social media. People say it's really good, and no one regrets it after going," I heard Evan say as I walked him towards the university's soccer stadium; since he had practice and at some point, I would have to give the poor guy some attention.

We were crossing the long corridors of the university, watching the students chatting among themselves and others entering their respective classes that morning.

"What gym are you talking about," I asked curiously.

I wasn't a fan of exercise and had never really encouraged myself to do a daily routine or keep to a set diet. The next day I would forget that I had a commitment to my body and would end up giving in to the idea of fitness.

It wasn't part of me.

However, it was curious that people had no regrets about going to such a popular gym. Surely the fee would cost you an arm and a leg in cases like that.

"The one several blocks from here, the one the crazy psychos were talking so much about," he commented, and I frowned, "Ah, true, you're not in those groups. Bless the heavens," he thanked, looking up at the sky, and I rolled my eyes, "It's across the street from the place we went to twice for Mexican tacos, remember?"

I traveled through my memories at the same time he invited me to eat that food I had no idea he had, and I located myself.

"Ah yes, I remembered," I nodded, and just at that moment, a student passed by in a bit of a hurry with some papers in his hand; his gaze fell with mine for a few seconds at the same time, and I could tell in the short time I had that he was wearing a pink polo shirt that fit him well.

His eyes were hazel, and his brown hair was a little short.

We kept walking as if nothing had happened, but for some reason, I had seen a simple attractiveness in him, like the kind you never see again.

"I don't know, but how about you come with me," he asked, catching my attention, and I looked at him as if I had just ignored him.

"What do you say?"

"Weren't you listening to me," he raised an eyebrow, and I had to raise my head so I could meet his bluish eyes.

"No, I mean yes," I quickly corrected myself, and he denied indignantly, "If I want to go to that gym with you."

He gave me a sidelong glance before resuming his walk.

"Why, you don't like it."

"But you just told me? Agh," I snorted and saw him stop in front of a hall; he stared inside for a few seconds, "Shouldn't we have gone to the stadium fast? I feel like going to the bathroom."

"For God's sake, Amy, how many times am I going to have to tell you again that you can't go into the locker room bathroom," he questioned without looking at me and I crossed my arms.

"What's wrong with it? It's a bathroom."

"Because those bathrooms are not safe, and there are too many idiots in there, that's exactly why. Do you want to be filmed while you relieve yourself? I can't stand guard all the time," this time he looked at me sternly and opened the door to the classroom, "Wait for me here; I'm going to deliver something to the teacher."

"Then, while you do that, I'll go to the bathroom, so you don't have to be a guardian," I said and turned around with intentions of going to the bathroom, but clearly, I was annoyed by what he had said.

I could do whatever I wanted, and I didn't need any man to do it.

In the midst of my bad mood bubble, I ended up bumping into someone as I rounded a corner to get to the nearest cubicles.

When I came to, I noticed a pink shirt and eyes I recognized instantly.

"Excuse me," he replied with a thin-lipped, outlined smile before he picked up the leaves he dropped, and I stared at him the whole time.

"Next time, don't walk so fast," was the only thing that escaped my lips uncontrollably, and as I walked away, it was that I realized my unbecoming behavior when I hadn't noticed either.

It clearly hadn't been his fault, and I treated him in the worst possible way because he wasn't aware, but I couldn't bring myself to go back and apologize to him for speaking to him like that.

Surely he would think I was a horrible person for what I had done.

I took a deep breath and continued on my way to do what I needed to do and stood in front of the sink mirror after I finished washing my hands.

Someone came in just then, and it was two women.

Of all the people I didn't want to meet, it would have to be in an enclosed space.

Although I kept my distance from people, I was pretty good at faking it and making people believe what I believed. I learned that as a child when my parents fought, and I got hurt in their fits of anger.

I was good at lying to my teachers, to my godparents, to my classmates, to my parents' family, even to people I didn't need to, like Lucas. They supported me in everything I needed, and instead of criticizing, he did was to give me advice and a huge container with liquor and sweets, of those that you can not just go buy in a place or that is a cocktail since only he knew how to make his own.

With one, we only managed to lose our heads on the carpet in his room.

My best friend Evan was more that part of me that made me feel protected and with whom I could behave like a man since we were both shameless. We played soccer, even though I didn't know how to play it, and we talked about women like two gossips. The opposite was with Lucas, who was more my feminine aura, and I loved them both equally.

I never quite hit it off with women, as if I couldn't fit in with what they believed.

Starting with the woman who pretended to be my friend when in fact, she was the opposite. We used each other, and she probably thought I was naive, but keeping her straight saved me a lot of trouble with envy and bad intentions.

Being a very sociable, man-trapping woman made her a somewhat poisonous person, so carrying the bad guy was a lousy idea for me.

I always used her to my advantage when necessary.

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