"I do not care too much"

That, my friends, It is a fact of survival worthy of being remembered, because if there is something that teenagers can do with outstanding excellence, it is to draw conclusions. The kind of ridiculous conclusions that only seem to matter at that stage of life. Teens can predict the life of a person just by looking at their backpack or shoes, show them the photo gallery of your cell phone and there will be no secret to discover.

That does not mean they were right, of course, but they were responsible for seeing hypotheses such as theories, and shoe brands as the reflection of each relevant event on a person.

If they saw a girl with a black backpack full of badges they would think she was a rocker or rebel, if she wears the ugly school shoes she is a nerd or old-fashioned, and if she kisses a stranger at Hallowen's party she is a hot lesbian.

Of course, surprisingly, maybe in the case of Alexis they were not so wrong, because although it sounds ridiculous, she considered herself hot, too, with a body of heart attack and the habit of kissing her friends when she was over drinks. According to her. But, she was particularly offended to hear that she was "lesbian", not because that was a bad thing, but because they made it look like the only explanation for a girl to kiss another girl, which, if she meditated on one of her "dawns" It was like completely ignoring her true sexuality.

Then why could not she ignore her feelings for Caroline Trevor?

The point is that even three weeks after the events, her name was still heard in the corridors followed by the word "lesbian". The men saw her as a walking fetish, some girls came out of the restrooms when she entered, and the words of support and lesbian pride continued to flood her inbox.

One night, while she was setting the table and her father was taking the pizzas out of the oven, her mother said, "Why did Sue's mother tag me in a publication about supporting homosexual children?" She looked up and saw the mocking look under his reading glasses "Why did not I know you're a lesbian, Alexis?". Carmen Blanco sat down at the dining table and put his cell phone aside, looking at his daughter curiously, waiting for an answer. Beyond that, her face did not reflect any other emotion.

"Well, because I'm not"

"Then, why does that ridiculous think you are? ... you know I do not care, right? I just hope you're honest with us. " By that time they were all sitting at the table, divided by the small curtain of steam that emitted the dinner. His father took his wife's hand and looked at her with a reproachful look, she was feeling extremely direct, again.

"What happens is that I kissed a girl at a party, now everyone assumes that I am a lesbian even though I am bisexual". She finally said, after taking a drink of her soda, wondering why she had thought it would be difficult to tell her parents that.

But Carmen and Liam just exchanged a little smiling look, just before they started laughing. Too tall. "I'm sorry, it sounds like something your mother would do, you know, we met in college, and she was definitely a kisser." His father clarified after seeing the look of outrage on Alex's face. "Should we tell someone that your daughter turned out to be bisexual like you?"

"I will send a whatsapp to the family group, these are the good genes making an appearance once more" Then, because that was the White/Blanco family, the dinner continued between anecdotes and discussions on almost any topic. His mother's voice was loud and clear, constantly going from English to Spanish, both languages perfectly understandable to everyone at the table, but when he returned to the subject of sexuality it was in Spanish: "Then ... why not clear things up once and for all?

Alex thought before saying, "I do not know ... I think it sounds like an excuse. People often think that bisexuals are really homosexuals who fear going out of the closet completely. I do not want to look like a coward. "

"You look like a coward," her mother said clearly, like the sound of a sharp blow. "Why do not you deny that you're Latin American?" People often think that Latinos are traffickers. Only cowards hide such important things about themselves, things that make them who they are. If you're bisexual, then it does not matter what others think if you know you're being honest. "

She had not been able to answer what his mother had told her that night.

Partly because she knew it was true, partly because she wanted to forget that it was true.

"They make me sick." Her best friend commented one day, before muttering some blasphemies. "Anna Liz has started to say that we are a couple, ridiculous, everyone knows that I would never go out with you".

Alex had been in a particularly bad sense of humor that Friday, her car had decided not to start, had to walk more than 3 kilometers at marathon speed, which did not make much difference to her sweaty tardiness. Then, as a reminder that some students seemed to live in the last century, a girl left scared when he saw her enter the bathroom violently to wash the makeup ruined by sweat.

Everything before lunch.

"Should I be offended by that shit?"

"I do not know, does it offend you? I say, you are attractive and all, but I like boys and blue eyes, and as you do not have any of these two fundamental requirements, I must say no, I'm not in love with you. " Deliah smiled seconds later, returning the humor to the conversation.

"I would believe you if I did not know that since you finished with Luke you could literally go out with any guy who stands in front of you, you're like a little abandoned puppy, walking in the rain, dragging a small leash ... it's a depressing image ... but not enough".

Deliah opened her mouth and raised a hand to her chest with false indignation. "Oh, Alex White. In my defense, Lucas was a slob, besides, he spent ninety percent of his time exercising his arms, you should see him in shorts, I think my legs are thicker, he looks like a tanned basket, also, now i am looking for someone different, must definitely be more or equal to intelligent than me ".

"Please don't tell me you'll start asking each boy's grades, that would be ridiculous."

"No more ridiculous than ever train my legs, besides, I've already started my work, flirting with a smart guy is a completely different science, and my few hours in experimental work indicate ..."

That was definitely too much.

"One moment, fieldwork, what the hell are you talking about? You know you cannot deduce that someone is intelligent just because it seems like a cliché, right? You yourself have magnificent notes and you seem to be taken out of the 50s. Not in the good sense.”

But the redhead continued as usual. "Yesterday I went to the library with a mini skirt and no one turn around to look at me Do not look at me like that, it is scientifically proven that ssomeone who spends so much time surrounded by books must be intellinget. I do not say it, science says it."

"Hell no, It's you, saying ridiculous in the name of science ..."

Deliah took one last bite of her burger before positioning herself unnecessarily close to Alex and whispering, with her strong breath to ketchup: "In short, fate is cruel, dear. I was watching Demian, a cute with all the letters, but I heard that he was a crush by Caroline, the one in the "c" section" She explained, but it was useless, how could Alexis not know that her beloved was in section c?

"Who?" She said, working hard to maintain a tone of indifference. Everyone knew that Alex had kissed Caroline, most of them thought it was because of her drunkenness; but everyone was unaware that maybe that was exactly what she had wanted to do for a long time. Definitely nobody could imagine that she had real feelings towards Caroline.

"Demian Lonvoton, it's a year younger than us, red-haired, ridiculously small and thin, the whole adorable package. I heard in the corridors that he wanted to invite her out, but that does not matter, in fact he called me enough attention, but not enough to fight for a boy in love with someone else."

The following Friday, after a week thinking about that conversation, gathering information and boiling slowly, he went to Demian's house, wrote the first thing he could think of, tied it to a rock and threw it through what he supposed would be the correct windown.

Surely she would regret it, but she did not allow hermself to think about it on the way home.

"Hi, Demian.

You will ask yourself:

Why is your window broken and why is there a rock with a note?

No, this is not a secret admirer.

This is a threat.

I heard you're interested in Caroline, I kindly ask you to forget that.

-Your secret not admirer. "