Marxos wasn't exactly a common name, but who said he was common? Marxos was six foot one, with muscles that were slightly visible through his polo shirt and jeans. He had green eyes and a wide smile, his skin was fair with a rosy tint, and he sported a light stubble.

Calculus classes shouldn't have been a problem for me, because after all, I was good at calculus, but having him as a teacher made me feel awkward, because I had made him fall to the ground on the first day of class. But, besides that, something caught my attention.

His eyes.

They followed me frequently, and my mind started to think things that shouldn't even remotely be real or possible. The class went by, and I only realized it when the bell rang too loudly and pulled me out of my little private world. Neverland? No way. Disney World is much more my style.

I gathered my materials and followed Sara through the hallways to the cafeteria on the second floor. It was crowded with students coming and going with those trays that, between us, were a pretty lame version of what you see in American movies.

Since I wasn't hungry, I sat at one of the tables. Without saying a single word, Sara left her books on the table and walked toward the line forming at the counters near me.

"Hi," said the voice I would recognize anywhere in this world.

"Matheus," I said without emotion.

Matheus was on the football team. What you need to know about the team is that most of them are strong, because it's a sin to say they're fat and rude and act like bullies at school. As for this standard, Matheus doesn't fit in. He's five foot eleven, with straight blond hair, and eyes as blue as the clearest sky that make you get lost in them if you're not careful. His body was well-built, he wasn't a bad student, and he always had his right-hand man Rafael.

"Can we talk, Gui..."

"Gui," the affectionate nickname he gave me when we were together. Yes, we were together, but he did what every guy does—he cheated on me with a "friend" according to him, and since then, he's been trying to win me back.

"About what?" I looked at him vaguely.

"Can you forgive me? I already told you I don't know how I ended up in Rebecca's bed. You didn't even let me explain."

"And what would there be to explain? You two without clothes in your bed—I understood the message completely."

"Gui, I love you, you know that."

"What a strange way to love," I retorted.

"Please, give me a chance to explain things. It's the only thing I ask."

He looked at me like one of those ownerless, hungry dogs. This was always my weakness. So, defeated, I sighed.

"Fine, tomorrow at seven."

"Yes!" he jumped and kissed my cheek. "Thank you."

And with a wide smile on his face, he walked away with Rafael, who arrived and left without saying a single word. I didn't understand the way he looked at me. It was weird. I didn't know what it could be. When Sara finally returned, she had a tray full of goodies, and I looked at her with my mouth open.

"Are you going to eat all of that?"

"I brought some for you too," she said with a broad smile. "So, do you think Professor Marxos is going to be hard on you?"

"Did someone say my name?" the voice echoed in my ears. "Good morning, kids," he said, resting his hand on my shoulder and squeezing it.

"Good morning, professor..." we said in unison.

"So, what were you talking about?"

"About how Gui loves your classes, right Gui?" she said, kicking me under the table.

"Ouch!... Of course, calculus is my favorite subject."

"That's good," he said with a smile. "I hope the professor is too."

Red.

"Well, I'm going. Have a good day, kids," he said as he walked away.

"Did you hear what I heard?"

"Depends on what you heard and how you heard it."

Because I saw mischief in Sara's eyes.

"It's nothing," she said with a smile.

"Oh, don't be mean... Tell me, come on," she insisted.

"No!"

Then she took a piece of cake and threw it at my face and pouted. I just smiled. Little did I know that my normal life would turn upside down sooner than I imagined.