sueños 𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐨

“Guilty pleasure?” this time, she wasn’t asking about the meaning of the expression. Shocked her head a few times. “If you liked, you shouldn’t be ashamed of that... I believe the show had like... six o seven seasons, right? In any case if you liked a show from my country, that would be embarrassing, I hate the plots and the acting of soap operas, I swear.” she really do, they all had the same history line, with different scenarios and names for the characters. “I know right? A classic, so you’re re-reading, awesome! I have only read it once, but I agree with you, the more times you read something through time the more details and introspections you get from the novel.

She had  the definition coming, but just wanted to confirm her thoughts about the word. Fuckboys existed anywhere. “I think I meet one recently... not sure” she shrugged. It wasn’t bad, for her, that people wanted to live ther sexuality in their own way but pretending you actually like some just to have sex? That was the thing she hated the most. “How can I be sure he is?” She did not consider herself completely naive, but she recognized that she always gave people the benefit of the doubt, which is why she often ended up disappointed and taken for being stupid.

“oh, no no” she shook her head “of course not, I just simply assumed that, and that’s on me”. someone at the back cried out for silence,  Bianca saw how the librarian approached them. “Can we take this conversation to the cafeteria?” a little nervous she was that she had already gotten up from her seat. 

Was Dante telling jokes to Bianca? Anyone could bet. Giggling shook her head a few times before answer. Unbelievable, she thought. There was an adjetive in Spanish, informal anyways, that could kind of fit for the situation: labioso. However, the mexican would never call him that way in her his own noses. “Bianca De La Rosa” she correct him and introduced herself. “So, Dante... tell me, with how many girls or boys have you tried that line?”. She was freshman but not that naive “did it work the first time?”. The brunette had zero intentions of being rude, in fact she asked the question just to gain time to pick a nickname. 

“Couldn’t agree more with you. Honestly, why don’t just simply let people live their lifes?” her own life was full of labels and prejudice which were pretty more unaccurate. But now they were talking about getting nicknames. she let out a laugh and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “How about let me know your name first or I just call you ‘french guy’?”.

“oh you’re so sweet, I swear... Buffy the vampire slayer?” she asked, finally something she can talk about, well... mostly because she barely managed to watch a few episodes, maybe that would be wnough by the the moment. “to kill a mockingbird” repeated with kind of a poetic tone of voice “yes, I have, actually while I was on highschool we had to wrote an essay” she remembered loving to read it, but hated to staying up late to write it “what you think about it? you like it already?”.

“No” Bianca frowned. She looked completely confused, even so a scarlet stood on her cheeks, she felt so ridiculous; as a freshaman anything that involved her could be a hazing; including flirting, no matter if it came from a friend. In her mind, she tried to imagine the kind of history history that Jupiter Beckett had wrote, the one that Steohen King liked so mucho. A serial killer was in the options but also some kind of paralell universe with random realities that could terrify anyone. “You’re going to let me read that novel?” she asked genuinely “I’d totally love to read the thoughts of a spooky and creepy mind like yours” she slightly exaggerated, with confidence gained she replied simply “I’m doing all fine, thanks... I mean, I haven’t wrote a novel yet but I sort it out...”

now that she understood the word was kind of confussed because of the context. “you guys have labels for everyone, don´t you?” rolled eyes, she hated the fact that women were judged because of her sexual life. “i wonder what’s your’s”.

impressed she was of seeing the insect in the other hands. “i like the color but...” narrowed one of her eyes “in my country some people say that the shag they have it’s poisonous” she shrugged, she didn’t belived that “maybe just... allergenic, i really don’t know... where you got it?”.

“oh my god” she laughed “sounded more like printing something for you... can i be more dumb? i guess not” a blushing appeared on her cheeks, was grateful with the girl by explain it “which book you read?” asked just to make conversation.

“ugh” snorted, always hated not to understand something but it would be comfy for her just to join and expect to freya to figure it out by herself while she had her own homework done. “sure thing, honey” she accepted all smiles. “but can we pass by a book first? i highly doubt to find the info i need on internet”.

she was kind of embarassed because it was obvious that the brunnet thoght she was kidding, but was a genuine doubt that she had. “so how can i use it properly?”  narrowed one of her eyes as a sign of confusion, it was still not entirely clear, she didn’t wanted to bother though. “my next class will be...” looked at the clock in her wirst and made some mental calculations “within one hour with a couple of minutes” twenty three, exactly. 

“oh... i get it now” she smiled widely at her. “but... we already live in the same house, don’t we?” a laugh escaped out of her lips, a little loud considering they were at the library. “i thought i saw you in the kappa kappa tau chapter... didn’t you signed up?”.

“so... what does that mean?” she haven’t heard that before in her life.