My stepbrother? My teacher...

-Then Carter told you that? I'm sorry, but I never liked it, said Africa, my best friend.

Carter is an idiot I've been dating for more than five months. I left him because I realized that I was the one who felt the most and the one who contributed the most in this relationship.

Or so I thought, he realized what he had lost, and he practically started harassing me in high school to go back to him. Today, he continues to insist, even though I told him a thousand times no.

Cliché or not, that's right.

I sighed.

-I'm thinking of putting a restraining order on him, I joked laughing, even if on the one hand, the idea wasn't bad.

Someone came into my room, making me stop talking.

-Dear, the food is ready.

-Africa, I'm going to eat. See you tomorrow.

After saying that, I hung up and went to the kitchen.

~ * ~

-Nix ...- I turned my head to my mother- I've been with Christian for a while and I'd love to meet him, he said, carefully to my reaction.

My parents have been separated since I was five, in principle, it was a little hard to see that my mother and father did not love each other, but then I got used to it.

Christian, my mother's boyfriend, whom he met at work ... or there.

I've been out for about four months.

-Eh ... come on, I said simply.

-Would you like him to come to dinner tonight? she, he asked.

I approved with a smile.

And she smiled at me.

~ * ~

I looked in the mirror so I didn't know how many times to check that everything was in place.

I hope this man is not the last idiot.

I sighed. I put on my last coat of mascara and went down to where my mother was, making dinner.

- Can I help you with something? I offered.

Mom denied it.

-I finished.

It was obvious she was excited. But it really doesn't matter if I make her happy, I don't mind.

The bell rang, frightening her.

-Can you open it while I put the plates

I approved and went to the door.

When I opened it, I saw a man in a suit, he didn't look very old, maybe fifty, maybe.

"You must be Nix," the man said.

I approved and invited him to the house.

-Blanca - my mother - spoke extraordinarily about you.11

I smiled at him.

I hope so.

-Come on, Mom's already at the table.

I led him to the table.

I sat down next to my mother and Chris in front of her.

-It was impossible for my son to get to this hour.

Ahh ... does he have a son?

-How old is Enzo? my mother asked.

-Twenty-four.

Haideeee .

-Nix is ​​seventeen.

"A long time ago," Chris said.

I didn't say anything else.

The phone vibrated in my pocket, announcing that I had received a message.

Africa: How are you doing with your mother's boyfriend?

Me: Not so bad. I'll tell you.

-Nix, leave the phone, please.

Turning my eyes, I did as my mother told me and put the phone on the table.

They kept talking about their stuff and I was struggling not to fall asleep from boredom.

Someone knocked on the door, making Chris and his mother stop talking.5

-Nix, open up!

At your command, Sergeant.1

I got up and walked to the door. When I opened it, I came across a very, very nice guy. Black hair with eyebrow piercings and lots of arm tattoos.

-And you're...? I asked how polite I could be.4

-Enzo, answered sec.

The moment he said that, thousands of alerts popped into my head.

This is Chris ' boy.

-Who is it, Nix? my mother asked.

"I think Chris' boy," I shouted back.

-Yes I am. Are you letting me in now, sweetie?

Sweety?19

-Eh ... yes, come in.

I stepped aside to enter.

I led him to the kitchen.

-This is my son, Enzo. Enzo, they're Nix and Blanca, Chris introduced us when his son sat down at the table.

With a fake smile, Enzo sat down in front of me.

-What is your occupation? my mother asked, wanting to be kind.

-Professor, he answered simply.

"You can give my daughter private lessons," my mother said with a laugh.15

I showed him a fake smile.

No, thanks.

Looks like my stepbrother noticed my fake gesture.

-My son lived in Argentina, he came just yesterday.

-Argentine? How pretty! exclaimed my mother. And what are you doing here again?

Can she be more intriguing?

-Okay, my son had ...

-Dad, ready, Enzo quickly cut her off.

-Sorry Enzo, sometimes my mouth hurts and ... I talk a lot.

Then Mom and Chris started talking about their stuff again. Things that neither I nor Enzo were interested in.

-You are very quiet. Enzo, can I get you the keys to my car so you can take a walk? a porpus Chris.

Not. Not. Not. Not. Not.

"Come on," my stepbrother replied. -Where do you want to go? Enzo asked in the car.

This is very inconvenient.

I shrugged, lowering my nerves.

-Where you want.

I saw him smile.

Don't look at how charming she is.

Don't look at how charming she is.

Do not...

Enzo suddenly started the car, making me scream a little.

"Go very fast," I said.

I grabbed my chair as hard as I could.

-Know.

-Can you slow down? I asked with a little hesitation.

-Let me think ... No!

I stuck out my tongue.

-Are you so stupid all the time? I asked in exasperation.

-So I'm an idiot? he smiled.

He started walking faster.

-Enzo! We're going to collide.

He screamed.

In the distance, I saw a car approaching. If Enzo doesn't stop, we'll run into him.

-We'll have an accident, Enzo!

He ignored me. The more I ask him to stop, the more he doesn't. So I just closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the impact.

It did not happen.

I opened my eyes slowly, not understanding what had happened.

I heard Enzo laughing next to me. He was laughing at me.

-Did you really think we were letting the accident happen? he said laughing. I'm not that bad, sweetie.

I tried to calm my restless breathing.

"You're crazy," I said breathlessly.

"Come on, don't exaggerate," Enzo rolled his eyes.

-I want to crack your head.

He put his hand to his chest.

-It's the most beautiful thing I've ever been told.

He wiped away a fake tear.

I looked at him as ugly as I could.

-Take me Home.

-On your orders, Princess.

He wanted to press the accelerator, but I stopped him.

-Slow, please.

Enzo found the double meaning of the phrase and smiled.

-Slow to say.

~ * ~

When I got out of the car, I felt dizzy all over my body.

-Hey, be careful, sweetie.

Enzo supported me.

-Come on, relax.

I did not answer. I ignored him and went to the gate.

-Don't ignore me.

He grabbed my arm tightly and made me dangerously close to him.3

Shit, I can feel his breath in my mouth.

-Know? I didn't know my step-sister would be so good, she murmured close to my lips.

I swallowed.

-Thousand...

-Children, are you back? Come on in, it's getting cold, our mother interrupted, separating us in a second.

I almost kissed my stepbrother.

It's not that rare, is it

Wait, wait. Brake! Did you tell me you have a stepbrother who is very hot and told you you're okay?

Telling my life to Africa was routine.

-Yes, I think that's what I said, I said laughing.

-To introduce him to me, eh.

I rolled my eyes. My girlfriend filters everything she moves.

-Okay, I have to hang up. See you tomorrow, idiot.

-Goodbye, useless.

We love each other a lot, as you can see.

~ * ~

I picked up my books from the locker room and went to Africa, which was reading the information board.5

-What are you looking at? I asked when I reached her.

"There's a dance club," he said, smiling.

-Brilliant. Are we on time? Whack will be upset if we don't arrive on time.12

Mr. Whack is, unfortunately, my philosophy teacher, and arguably the most boring person in the world.

-When do you retire? I asked as I entered the classroom.

-Soon, I hope.

I sat down next to Nate, a pretty handsome boy with whom I get along quite well.

-Hello, Nix.

-Hi. Didn't Whack arrive? I asked. It's always on time.5

He shook his head.

After a while, I took my books out of my backpack and put them on the table.

I heard someone's footsteps and then that person spoke:

-Hello, it's Enzo and ... your teacher is dead, so I'll be the substitute.17

Very subtle.

I immediately looked up at this voice.

It's not possible. It's not possible. It's not possible.1

My stepbrother is my new teacher.

Someone kill me, please.

At one point, our eyes met and he winked at me.1

Wait, what?

Did he just wink at me?

Breathe, Nix, breathe.

-Are you ok? Nate asked beside me.

-Eh, of course.

Enzo started teaching and explaining, but I couldn't pay attention. There are too many things in my head.

Thank heavens, the hour did not pass hard. Before Enzo left the classroom, I stopped him.

-You are clearly a headache.

He smiled.

-And why is that?

He raised an eyebrow.

-What are you doing here? I asked, avoiding what he had said before.

-You do not see? I thought you were smarter, sweetheart. I'll be your teacher.

I shook my head.

-I mean, why did you have to be my teacher?

-I was simply offered this job. Don't think you're that important, Nix.

I grab him by the neck. I swear I'm strangling him.

I sighed and left the classroom without comment.

When I got to my locker room, I found Africa.

-Afri! I shouted at her and she approached me. Do you remember I told you I had a stepbrother? -he approved- He is the new teacher.

My friend's mouth opened.

-What you say? What shit, right?

-And.

~ * ~

After a long day I arrive home sullen.

-All good? my mother asked when she saw me, and when I looked at her I saw Chris behind her.

-Did you know that Enzo will be my teacher?

They both frowned. Looks like they didn't know.

-Okay, now you know. Enzo is my philosophy teacher.

The doorbell rang, breaking the silence.

-Did you invite anyone? I asked. I hope it's not who I think it is.

Mom and Chris rubbed their throats nervously. Looks like they're the same.

I went to the door in fear, and when I opened it, I sighed at the sight of my dear stepbrother.

-Great, ready, we're all. I smiled falsely.

Enzo kissed me on my reaction, and I pointed my middle finger in response.

"I called you both because Chris and I have something to tell you," my mother said, making me look at her.

-Are you getting married? my stepbrother asked as I asked:

-You're pregnant?

Her mother and boyfriend laughed.

-How funny you are, kids ... what Blanca wanted to say is ... We have to take a trip to Singapore and we have to stay there for a few months.5

-Will you leave me here alone for "a few months"? I asked, looking at my mother, mentioning Chris's last words.

-We thought about that. And since you're still a minor, you can stay with Enzo at home with him.

Wait. Wait.

-Enzo and me? I asked, frowning.

-And.

-Together?

-And.

-In the same house?

-And.

-Months?

-Eh... da.

On the day of the breakdown, it looks like I'm late.