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DespuĂŠs de escuchar a Marcia, mirĂŠ por la ventana, pensando en muchas cosas a la vez. Ese dĂa habĂa decidido ir a darle el sĂ en cuanto a la misiĂłn en El Congo. SentĂ cosquillas en todo mi cuerpo al pronunciar esas palabras. Tonta idiota sensible, me reprendiĂł mi fuero interno.
âEl lunes recibirĂŠ mĂĄs novedadesâme contĂł, y tomĂł un sorbo de cafĂŠâ. Y el miĂŠrcoles me enviarĂĄn los formularios y fichas de saludâme sonriĂł. Luego se inclinĂł y me tomĂł gentilmente de la manoâ. Me alegra mucho que hayas aceptado, Vicky. Sos muy valiente.
Le devolvĂ la sonrisa, pero en mi interior pensĂŠ en lo incompatible que era la palabra âvalienteâ con mi persona.
âNecesitarĂa tambiĂŠn que de hoy en adelante pases mĂĄs tiempo en el Hospitalâdijoâ. Vas a tener que desviarte un poco de lo que es tu trabajo en el Centro.
AsentĂ, comprendiendo. Ya me lo imaginaba.
âNo hay problema, Marcia. Tengo que estar preparadaâafirmĂŠ.
âMuy bien, querida. A lo largo de la semana irĂĄs conociendo a los colegas que tambiĂŠn nos acompaĂąarĂĄn. Te van a encantar. Ya sabes que todos ustedes fueron elegidos por razones en articular, razones que los hacen especialesâalegĂł Marcia, y yo sentĂ un ardor en las mejillasâ. Ya te vas a ir enterando.
VolvĂ a asentir. HabĂa mucho quĂŠ hacer y mucho en quĂŠ mentalizarse.
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A la maĂąana siguiente, decidĂ ir primero al Centro para hablar con el Doctor Mendez sobre los acontecimientos futuros. SabĂa que ĂŠl no tendrĂa ningĂşn problema, ya que cuando le mencionĂŠ lo de la misiĂłn no habĂa hecho otra cosa que sentirse orgulloso, pero tenĂa que organizar lo que sucederĂa con mis pacientes. Mi trabajo en el Centro tambiĂŠn era primordial, por muy prometedores que fueran mis demĂĄs proyectos, ya que con el mismo, en realidad, habĂa ganado todo mi prestigio mĂŠdico. No podĂa desligarme de ĂŠl asĂ porque sĂ.
âDeportĂłloga y prĂłximamente una cirujana pediĂĄtrica con todas las letras, ÂżcĂłmo se le ocurriĂł semejante combinaciĂłn? âme preguntĂł el Doctor, riĂŠndose.
Yo tambiĂŠn me reĂ.
âJamĂĄs lo habĂa pensadoâadmitĂâ ÂżEstĂĄ seguro que no quiere que me busque yo misma un suplente?
âUsted no se preocupe, querida. El Doctor Gorey ya accediĂł a tomar sus pacientes. Muy bien le viene al amateurâseĂąalĂł, con tono irĂłnico.
âNo sea maloâdije, pero tambiĂŠn me tuve que reĂr.
AsĂ que ya estaba todo arreglado. De todos modos, no dejarĂa de ir al Centro hasta el dĂa del viaje. EncontrarĂa la manera de hacerme algĂşn tiempo entre las residencias interminables en el Hospital. Simplemente me resultaba inevitable. El Centro era mi templo y siempre lo serĂa.
Saliendo del despacho del Doctor Mendez, me encontrĂŠ con MĂłnica. Nos saludamos animadamente.
âYa casi ni nos vemosâseĂąalĂł ellaâ. Pero bueno, eso es lo que pasa cuando tenemos a alguien que nos pase a buscarâŚ
âCallate, tontaâespetĂŠ, muerta de vergĂźenzaâ. No estoy siendo muy indiscreta, Âżo sĂ?
MĂłnica me palmeĂł el hombro, riĂŠndose.
âNo te preocupesâmirĂł a su alrededorâ. Todos siguen pensando que sos una oruga asexuada.
EstallĂŠ en risas.
âPerfectoâreconocĂ, sin poder dejar de reĂr.
â ÂżQuĂŠ? ÂżNo sos mĂĄs una oruga? âme cuestionĂł, entrecerrando los ojos maliciosamente.
âYa no sĂŠ ni lo que soy, amigaâexpresĂŠ, sin mĂĄs.
MĂłnica ladeĂł la cabeza, contrarrestando lo que dije.
âTodas somos mariposas alguna vezâalegĂł, queriendo sonar seria, pero terminĂł riĂŠndose.
âNo tenĂŠs remedio, MĂłnicaâproclamĂŠ, y me inclinĂŠ para saludarlaâ. Me tengo que ir. Nos vemos.
âCualquier cosa que pase, te aviso. Y por cierto, por favor preguntale a tu sumiso si no tiene algĂşn amigo para mĂâŚâdijo, y me guiùó el ojo.
Me reĂ.
âNo le voy a preguntar nada a⌠¿cĂłmo le dijiste? âinquirĂ, ya algo retraĂda.
âNo seas egoĂsta. Con un Sergio Ramos me conformoâŚâexpresĂł, risueĂąa, al mismo tiempo que la saludaba con un beso en la mejilla.
ÂżSergio Ramos? ÂżY ese quiĂŠn era?, me preguntĂŠ. TendrĂa que investigar al respecto. Es decir googlear. Mientras me alejaba, neguĂŠ con la cabeza. SĂłlo yo me relacionaba con gente tan extravagante.
SalĂ del Centro extraĂąando mi camioneta. No la tendrĂa conmigo hasta quiĂŠn sabe cuando. Resignada, recorrĂ la avenida principal camuflada entre el tumulto de gente anĂłnima que invadĂa la ciudad. CuĂĄntos problemas, cuĂĄntos embrollos mentales, cuĂĄnto estrĂŠs debe haber solo en esta cuadra, considerĂŠ. En sĂ, la gente me agobiaba, pero tambiĂŠn me preocupaba.
Mientras caminaba plĂĄcidamente por una galerĂa, a la cual no le prestĂŠ la mĂĄs mĂnima atenciĂłn, escuchĂŠ el quejido de una voz. Por instinto, me di vuelta automĂĄticamente y divisĂŠ a lo lejos a un niĂąo que estaba tosiendo. Por la forma en que lo hacĂa, comprendĂ que se habĂa ahogado. Estuve a su lado en menos de lo que canta un gallo.
En un apretĂłn rĂĄpido y conciso, logrĂŠ que devolviera el enorme caramelo que se habĂa tragado. Mi instinto animal de reacciĂłn no me habĂa permitido escuchar los gritos de su madre hasta ese momento.
â ÂĄOh, por el amor de Dios, caĂste del cielo! âoĂ que gritĂł no supe bien a quiĂŠn, pero supuse por la cercanĂa de su voz que se habĂa dirigido a mĂ.
Yo me enfoquĂŠ en el niĂąo.
â ÂżEstĂĄs bien, corazĂłn? âle preguntĂŠ, agachĂĄndome a su altura y mirĂĄndolo a los ojos por primera vez. Entonces lo reconocĂ.
Y creo que ĂŠl tambiĂŠn.
âTe conozcoâmurmurĂł en voz muy baja.
Le sonreĂ.
âYo tambiĂŠnâle dijeâ. Pero que sea nuestro pequeĂąo secreto, Âżeh? No llamemos mucho la atenciĂłnâsugerĂ, y le guiùÊ el ojo.
El niĂąo se riĂł y asintiĂł, divertido.
âMuchas gracias, seĂąoritaâme agradeciĂł la madre.
Me reincorporĂŠ otra vez y le sonreĂ.
âNo es nada, seĂąoraâesclarecĂ, apenadaâ. Pero tengo que pedirle que por favor vigile los caramelos que le da a su hijoâŚ
Antes de que pudiera terminar, ambos se echaron a reĂr.
â ÂĄPero quĂŠ decĂs! ÂĄEs mi abuela! âexclamĂł el niĂąo, sin parar de reĂr.
SentĂ que el rubor invadĂa mis mejillas. La seĂąora tambiĂŠn lo notĂł.
âNo te preocupes, querida, es el mejor halago que me hicieron en la vida⌠Gracias por eso tambiĂŠnâdijo, y se riĂł.
VolvĂ a sonreĂr, mĂĄs apenada todavĂa. Pero queriendo ya irme, el niĂąo me delatĂł:
â ÂĄChau, doctora Casti!
CaminĂŠ mĂĄs rĂĄpido, haciendo de cuenta que no lo habĂa escuchado, y una vez lejos, suspirĂŠ de alivio. CerrĂŠ completamente mi conciencia. No querĂa ni imaginar quiĂŠn era esa mujer. Aunque de todos modos ya me lo imaginaba. Ya lo sabĂa, en realidad.
SacudĂ mi cabeza, desechando esa certeza tan chocante, y proseguĂ con mi camino. EclipsĂŠ mi mente porque sino la misma no harĂa otra cosa que colapsar. Las casualidades no significaban otra cosa que problemas.
CrucĂŠ la calle hacia la plaza, la cual estaba repleta de gente. SonreĂ amargamente. Pensar que hacĂa unos dĂas habĂa estado allĂ con⌠sacudĂ de nuevo la cabeza. Me dispuse a recorrerla lo mĂĄs rĂĄpido posible. Aunque para ello haya tenido que pasar justo al lado de aquella maldita fuente. Mierda.
Enojada debido a alguna extraĂąa e inexplicable razĂłn interior, caminĂŠ rĂĄpidamente, cegada de cualquier percepciĂłn exterior. Sin embargo, como siempre sucedĂa, algo iba a interrumpir mi cometido.
Aunque estaba cegada, ya lo habĂa vislumbrando por el rabillo del ojo. Lo que me faltaba en ese insĂłlito dĂa.
â ÂĄVicky! âexclamĂł, con esa voz que yo tanto odiaba, tan gruesa, tan desafinada y tan poco armoniosa. Me detuve en seco, resignada. Que alguien me mate, implorĂŠâ. ÂĄVicky! âvolviĂł a llamar.
Me di vuelta. No soy sorda, imbĂŠcil, quise decir, pero no lo expresĂŠ en voz alta.
Estaba sentado en la fuente. Al verme reaccionar, se reincorporĂł con ese ademĂĄn inĂştil y tan poco agraciado, propio del hombre desgarbado que no practica deportes, y me mirĂł con esa expresiĂłn de perro lazarillo que yo tanto recordaba y odiaba. Se me acercĂł.
âPensĂŠ que no me habĂas escuchado, Vickyâdijo, y me sonriĂł tontamente.
IntentĂŠ esbozar una sonrisa. Me saliĂł tan falsa que la deshice enseguida.
âFrancoâlo reconocĂ, e instantĂĄneamente se desvaneciĂł de mi persona cualquier voluntad de entablar una conversaciĂłn.
â ÂżCĂłmo estĂĄs? âme preguntĂł. Se me hacĂa imposible mirarlo a los ojos sin sentir desprecio. Bueno, en realidad cualquier mujer lo hubiera encontrado bastante atractivo. Aunque era alto y desgarbado, su rostro y porte estaban dotados de cierta belleza mundana. Llevaba el cabello oscuro un poco largo, peinado en un jopo, y sus ojos verdes chispeaban al encontrarse con los mĂos. SuspirĂŠ. TenĂa que evitar ser tan aprensiva. SĂ, ĂŠl era Franco Niggel. Pero seguĂa siendo sĂłlo un ser humano.
âBienârespondĂ. Nos quedamos mirĂĄndonos. Oh, mierda, cierto que tengo que mostrar interĂŠs, recordĂŠ, y ampliĂŠ mi respuestaâ: Yendo a trabajar. ÂżY vos?
âYo tambiĂŠn, Âżvas al Garrahan?
CĂłmo carajo sabĂŠs que trabajo en el Garrahan.
 âSĂ.
âAh, bueno, porque yo tengo que ir al profesorado que queda para ese lado. Vayamos juntosâpropuso.
No sabĂŠs quĂŠ placer me genera tu propuesta. Si es que con placer nos referimos a ganas de tirarse de un barranco al mar.
 âClaro.
âHace mucho que no te veĂa. ÂżCĂłmo va eso de la cirugĂa pediĂĄtrica? âme preguntĂł, mientras empezĂĄbamos a caminar.
QuĂŠ te importa.
 âBien, estoy haciendo la residencia. ÂżVos?
âYa sabĂŠs, estoy haciendo el profesorado de GeografĂa⌠me cuesta bastante, no soy tan genio como vosâŚâse rĂoâ... pero bueno, de algo se tiene que vivirâŚ
SuspirĂŠ. Esto serĂa una tortura.
Franco me atosigĂł de preguntas durante todo el trayecto. Por suerte, eran preguntas que se podĂan responder con monosĂlabos, por lo que decidĂ empezar a responder al azar para ocupar ese tiempo en pensar en cosas mĂĄs importantes. Como por ejemplo, en nada.
En ese momento, justo cruzamos la calle que se desviaba al medianamente conocido por mĂ âbarrio de los rascacielos ricachonesâ. Mientras Franco me preguntaba si sabĂa algo de alguno de nuestros ex compaĂąeros de curso, notĂŠ bastante alboroto en lo que era la esquina de esa calle. Varias personas se acercaban, murmurando entre sĂ, curiosas. FruncĂ el ceĂąo. DivisĂŠ a lo lejos una patrulla de policĂa. ÂżQuĂŠ pasĂł?, me preguntĂŠ.
Justo en ese momento, en medio de aquella reuniĂłn de voces que murmuraban al unĂsono, se distinguiĂł una en particular:
â ÂĄLa puta madre! ÂżY ustedes quĂŠ miran?
Oh, mierda.
 âVicky, Âża dĂłnde vas? âoĂ preguntar a Franco, pero ni me molestĂŠ en contestarle. Ya me habĂa adentrado en aquel disturbio de gente curiosa.
Me abrĂ paso entre la multitud, hasta que me encontrĂŠ con el escenario del hecho: frente a mis ojos habĂa un Audi completamente abollado en el frente al cual lo estaban separando de una camioneta Ford que habĂa quedado casi totalmente destruida.
Lo busquĂŠ con la mirada. VislumbrĂŠ que un policĂa lo estaba ayudando a salir del auto, a ĂŠl y a su acompaĂąante, que era un hombre joven.
Quise acercarme, pero otro policĂa me detuvo.
â ÂżA dĂłnde cree que va, seĂąorita? âme preguntĂłâ. Es un choque. ÂĄNo puede acercarse!
Aunque era corpulento, me animĂŠ a apartarlo de mi camino.
â ÂĄSoy mĂŠdica! ÂĄCĂłrrase, por favor! âle instĂŠ.
El policĂa suspirĂł y me dejĂł pasar. Me acerquĂŠ corriendo al auto, que empezaba a largar humo, y vi que ya estaba fuera. De todos modos, me abrĂ paso entre los policĂas y me plantĂŠ frente a ĂŠl.
â ÂżEstĂĄs bien? âle preguntĂŠ.
Gonzalo se percatĂł de mi presencia, y al verme, abriĂł los ojos como platos.
â ÂżQuĂŠ hacĂŠs acĂĄ? âme preguntĂł, malhumorado.
FruncĂ el ceĂąo.
âMontaste un espectĂĄculo en medio de la calle, ÂżcĂłmo querĂŠs que no me de cuenta? âle cuestionĂŠ, ya perdiendo la paciencia desde el primer instante. Lo tomĂŠ por los brazos, examinĂĄndoloâ ÂżEstĂĄs bien? ÂżRecibiste algĂşn impacto? ÂżPor quĂŠ no tomĂĄs asiento?
Ăl se apartĂł de mĂ y me mirĂł soberbiamente.
âQuĂŠ importo yo, ÂĄmirĂĄ cĂłmo quedĂł mi coche! âexclamĂł, y le echĂł una mirada lastimera al vehĂculo.
Lo mirĂŠ totalmente indignada.
âNo puedo creer que te preocupes por esa mierda ahora, ÂĄte podrĂas haber matado!
â ÂĄNo fue culpa mĂa! ÂĄFue el idiota de la camioneta! âgritĂł, seĂąalĂĄndolo vehementemente.
MirĂŠ al conductor de la camioneta y volvĂ a mirarlo a ĂŠl, llena de rabia.
â ÂĄEs un pobre anciano, pedazo de inconsciente!
â ÂĄY entonces quĂŠ carajo hace manejando un auto!
â ÂĄEy, ey! Dejen de pelear, fue un accidenteâinterrumpiĂł su copiloto. Lo mirĂŠ. A diferencia de Gonzalo, se encontraba bastante calmo. Me preguntĂŠ quiĂŠn serĂa. Luego desviĂŠ la mirada.
Toda la multitud nos estaba mirando atĂłnita. Nos habĂan escuchado. SentĂ un ardor en las mejillas.
â ÂĄEs esta ilusa, que prefiere defender a ese maldito viejo que casi nos mata! âimpugnĂł Gonzalo, sin calmarse ni un poco. VolviĂł a echarle un vistazo al vehĂculo accidentadoâ ÂĄMi auto! âvolviĂł a exclamar, y creĂ por un momento que se largarĂa a llorar.
âTranquilo, flaco, es sĂłlo un cocheâintentĂł tranquilizarlo su acompaĂąanteâ. Ya lo vamos a arreglarâŚ
Gonzalo lo mirĂł con ira.
â ÂĄSĂ, decĂs eso porque no es tuyo, boludo!âarremetiĂłâ ÂĄNo digas huevadas!
El chico se impuso ante Gonzalo, mirĂĄndolo con arrebato. Ese gesto sĂłlo podĂa demostrar que ĂŠl era mayor.
âBueno, a mĂ me bajĂĄs el tonito, pendejo, Âżeh? Que enseguida te bajo los humos de un saqueâŚ
â ÂĄBueno, basta! âles pedĂ. DespuĂŠs lo mirĂŠ especialmente a Gonzaloâ. Y vos calmate un toque, Âżescuchaste? AlterĂĄs a todo el mundo.
El chico se echĂł a reĂr.
âEste es un pelotudoâdijo, acercĂĄndose a mĂâ. Creo que no la saludĂŠ, doctora. Soy Federicoâse presentĂł, y se inclinĂł a saludarme.
âUn gusto, Fedeâlo saludĂŠ amigablemente; no supe por quĂŠ, pero me inspiraba confianza. TambiĂŠn me preguntĂŠ cĂłmo sabrĂa quiĂŠn era yoâ ÂżEstĂĄs bien?
âSĂ, no nos pasĂł nadaâmirĂł a Gonzaloâ. Aunque me parece que ĂŠste se golpeĂł bastante la cabezaâŚ
Gonzalo lo mirĂł con mala cara.
âSe llevan bastante mal para ser amigosâcomentĂŠ curiosamente.
Federico se echĂł a reĂr. Gonzalo se limitĂł a fruncirme el ceĂąo.
â ÂżAmigos? OjalĂĄâdijo ĂŠste primeroâ. AsĂ tal vez no me lo tendrĂa que fumar tanto. Lamentablemente salimos de la misma placenta.
LevantĂŠ las cejas, sorprendida. Ese dĂa no acertaba ninguna.
â ÂżEs tu hermano? âle preguntĂŠ a Gonzalo.
Ăl asintiĂł de mala gana. Para ser tan simpĂĄtico, era bastante malhumorado tambiĂŠn.
En medio de aquel lĂo, pensĂŠ en todo lo que me habĂa pasado en esa escasa hora. Necesito mi camioneta otra vez, pensĂŠ. Caminar por el mundo, mezclĂĄndome con todos, no era lo mĂo. Simplemente no podĂa creer en todas esas casualidades. AsĂ que decidĂ denominar aquel trayecto como âel camino de las tragediasâ.
 âQuĂŠ pena que no me conozca, doctoraâdijo Federicoâ. Este rufiĂĄn me vive hablando de usted pero no le debiĂł decir un pepino de mĂ.
Gonzalo puso los ojos en blanco y se alejĂł de nosotros, destilando cĂłlera y murmurando una maldiciĂłn.
Me reĂ entre dientes.
âNo te equivocasâafirmĂŠ, algo ruborizada por lo que el hermano habĂa revelado.
â ÂżCĂłmo hace para aguantarlo? Es el ser mĂĄs denso sobre la Tierraâme preguntĂł Federico.
âPor favor, me podĂŠs tutear si querĂŠsâle pedĂâ. Y en cuanto a lo otro⌠dirĂa que no tengo ni ideaâme reĂ.
Ăl tambiĂŠn se riĂł.
âNo, igual tengo que ayudarlo en estoâŚâconsiderĂłâ. No es tan malo como pinta, solamente que tiene un carĂĄcter de mierda a vecesâdijo, riĂŠndoseâ. Igual yo ya te conozco de antes. Atendiste a mi compaĂąero de equipo MatĂas SĂĄnchez.
EntrecerrĂŠ los ojos, buscando en mi mente.
âCreo que lo recuerdo⌠¿del Colombus Crew? âle preguntĂŠ.
âExactamenteâafirmĂłâ. Me acuerdo que se habĂa venido hasta acĂĄ destruido, incluso bastante deprimido, y volviĂł en menos de un mes como nuevo. HacĂŠs maravillas.
âGracias. En parte es la innovaciĂłn mĂŠdica que supone el Centro, que es realmente la soluciĂłn del deportista modernoâespecifiquĂŠ, orgullosa de mi trabajoâ ÂżCĂłmo se encuentra ĂŠl?
âEstĂĄ muy bien. Ahora lleva una nueva vida, y al verlo tan bien se me ocurriĂł preguntarle de quiĂŠn habĂa sacado esos consejos. Y me contĂł de vos y el Centro, y bueno, tuve que ayudar a alguienâle echĂł un vistazo a su hermano, que estaba hablando con un policĂa y mirando a su auto con tristeza. MirĂŠ a Federico, entrecerrando los ojos. Me sonriĂłâ ÂżQuiĂŠn crees que le recomendĂł tu ayuda a Gonzalo?
Me le quedĂŠ mirando. Luego asentĂ, comprendiendo.
âGuau, Federico. Sos el culpable de toda mi desgraciaâconfesĂŠ, y me reĂ. En verdad lo era, corroborĂŠ mentalmente.
Se rĂo.
âPerdĂłn por eso. En serioâdijo, y volviĂł a mirar a su hermanoâ. Mejor voy a ayudar a ese chiflado. Ya vengo.
Le sonreĂ y lo observĂŠ alejarse. Ese dĂa iba a llegar a su fin sin dejar de sorprenderme.
Hablar con el hermano de Gonzalo me habĂa tranquilizado un poco, pero antes de que pudiera confirmar aquel estado, Franco apareciĂł a mi lado.
â ÂżQuĂŠ fue todo eso? âme preguntĂł, alarmado.
âNada, no pasa nadaâle asegurĂŠ, fastidiada, y me percatĂŠ de que a mi alrededor ya se estaba calmando el asunto. Ya no habĂa tanta gente.
â ÂżQuiĂŠn es ese chabĂłn? ÂżLo conocĂŠs? âvolviĂł a preguntar en tono acusativo, como siempre lo hacĂa cada vez que me veĂa con un hombre.
âNo molestes, Franco, no es de tu incumbencia, Âżpor quĂŠ no te vas al profesorado? âle sugerĂ, entrada en enojo.
âNo hasta que me digas quiĂŠn es. De algĂşn lado lo tengoâŚâvolviĂł a mirar a Gonzalo, entrecerrando los ojos.
ResoplĂŠ, impaciente.
â ÂżPodrĂas irte? ÂżNo ves que estamos en medio de un accidente?
â ÂżY vos quĂŠ tenĂŠs que ver con eso? ÂżAcaso es tu novio? âme cuestionĂł, mirĂĄndome con mala cara.
Los ojos casi se me salen de la cara.
âEscĂşchame una cosa, pelotudo ambulante: no tenĂŠs ningĂşn derecho de meterte en mi vida, y mucho menos de faltarme el respeto asĂ. ÂĄAsĂ que alejate de mi vista, no te quiero ni ver!
Me tomĂł del brazo posesivamente.
â ÂżQuĂŠ? ÂżVos te olvidĂĄs de todo?âme preguntĂł, y para mi propio espanto, me guiùó el ojoâ. AlgĂşn derecho debo tener despuĂŠs de lo que vivimos⌠AdemĂĄs dije que te iba a acompaĂąar al GarrahanâŚ
â ÂĄNo quiero que me acompaĂąes una mierda! ÂĄSoltame! âle instĂŠ desprendiĂŠndome de ĂŠl, tal vez exagerando un poco ya que no me estaba maltratando, pero ese idiota sĂłlo me provocaba violencia.
âPero vos... âempezĂł a decir, pero una voz lo interrumpiĂł:
âCreo que la seĂąorita dijo que la sueltes.
Franco y yo nos dimos vuelta. La expresiĂłn de Gonzalo no podĂa expresar mĂĄs desprecio, sumĂĄndole el hecho de que ya estaba de mal humor.
Le dedicĂł a Franco una mirada antagĂłnica.
â ÂżQuiĂŠn mierda sos vos? âle preguntĂł severamente, con una voz que causaba miedo.
Supe que en ese estado de ira ĂŠl serĂa capaz de cualquier cosa, asĂ que para evitar un conflicto me interpuse entre ambos.
âNo, Gonzalo, no vale la penaâŚâle murmurĂŠ.
âAh, Âżlo conocĂŠs a este boludo que no sabe ni manejar? âalegĂł Franco, bruscamente.
â ÂĄÂżCĂMO ME DIJISTE, HIJO DE PUTA?! âinsultĂł Gonzalo, totalmente fuera de sĂ, y se abalanzĂł sobre ĂŠl.
â ÂĄBASTA! âgritĂŠ, desaforada, y con una fuerza sobrehumana que no sĂŠ ni de dĂłnde saquĂŠ, tomĂŠ a Gonzalo por los brazos y lo detuve. Ăl me lanzĂł una mirada asesina, pero luego de unos escasos instantes, en el que ambos nos hundimos en una sola mirada, percibĂ que suavizĂł, aunque muy levemente, el semblante, y resoplĂł, como conteniĂŠndose. Ăl mismo me lo habĂa dicho: siempre necesitamos que alguien nos sostenga para no caer en la locura. Percibiendo que su respiraciĂłn se calmaba, volteĂŠ el rostro, y me dirigĂ a su contrincanteâ: Andate, Franco.
âSĂ, antes de que vomiteâdijo Franco, muy cruelmenteâ. La verdad es que me decepcionas muchĂsimo, Victoria. Pensaba que no eras una cualquiera.
Y dicho esto, se fue, resoplando de fastidio.
Me volvĂ hacia Gonzalo.
âCalmateâŚâle pedĂ, lo mĂĄs delicadamente que pude, para lograr convencerlo de ello.
Me mirĂł durante unos segundos, en el que le empezaron a brillar los ojos, e inesperadamente, puso su mano en mi mejilla. Luego abriĂł la boca, como queriendo decir algo.
âNo, no digas nadaâle ordenĂŠâ. No hasta que te tranquilices.
Se rĂo suavemente entre dientes y me sonriĂł, con esa sonrisa torcida que calaba hasta lo mĂĄs profundo.
âYa estoy tranquiloâasegurĂł. Sin embargo, de repente, su sonrisa se desvaneciĂł y retirĂł su mano de mi mejilla. Yo, intimidada por su distanciamiento, lo soltĂŠâ ÂżQuiĂŠn era ese estĂşpido? âme preguntĂł.
Los nervios me invadieron. TraguĂŠ saliva.
âEs un ex compaĂąero de cursoâexpliquĂŠ.
â ÂżY quĂŠ es eso de que âtiene algĂşn derecho despuĂŠs de lo que vivieronâ? âmascullĂł, frunciendo el ceĂąo.
SacudĂ la cabeza y cerrĂŠ los ojos. Mi mente ya no daba mĂĄs.
âMira, no es importante, en serioâŚâintentĂŠ decir.
âVictoriaâsentenciĂł ĂŠlâ. Decime quiĂŠn es y quĂŠ tiene que ver con vos.
Lo fulminĂŠ con la mirada.
â ÂĄEn todo caso no te importa! âexclamĂŠ. Toda mi paciencia se habĂa acabado yaâ ÂĄNo tenĂŠs derecho a pedirme explicaciones!
Ăl se acercĂł a mĂ, mirĂĄndome con vehemencia.
â ÂżQuĂŠ? ÂżĂl tiene mĂĄs derecho que yo? âcuestionĂł.
Toda su tranquilidad se fue por la borda. Y la mĂa tambiĂŠn.
â ÂĄPor el amor de Dios, dĂŠjenme en paz!âproferĂâ ÂĄFranco, vos, y todo el mundo, DĂJENME EN PAZ!
Gonzalo se acercĂł a mĂ y me sostuvo de la misma manera que yo lo habĂa hecho hacia unos instantes.
âVictoriaâvolvĂ a decirâ. Contestame eso y te dejo en pazâlo mirĂŠ, arrebatada, buscando compasiĂłnâ. Contestame o no te vuelvo a hablâŚ
âFue un compaĂąero de escuela con el cual tuve algo, ÂżestĂĄ bien? âinterrumpĂ rudamenteâ. Y lo odio con todo mĂ ser porque una vez se aprovechĂł de mĂ, estando yo en estado de ebriedad, y me besĂł a la vista de todo el mundoâtomĂŠ un respiro; estaba hablando muy rĂĄpidamenteâ. Desde ese dĂa se piensa que tiene algĂşn tipo de poder sobre mĂ, ÂĄpero no! ÂĄNo lo tiene! ÂĄY nadie tiene ningĂşn poder sobre mĂ, Âżsabes?! ÂĄNadie! ÂżEso es lo que querĂas saber?
RespirĂŠ con dificultad durante unos momentos. Ăl apretĂł los labios y bajĂł la mirada.
âTendrĂa que haberlo golpeadoâsusurrĂł. MoviĂł la cabeza de un lado a otro, meditabundoâ. La sola idea de que estĂŠs con otro hombre me enfermaâŚ
VolvĂ a respirar con dificultad. Estaba al borde de las lĂĄgrimas.
â ÂĄNo tiene por quĂŠ enfermarte!âpuntualicĂŠ.
â ÂĄBueno, pero me enferma igual!âexclamĂł ĂŠlâ ÂżQuĂŠ querĂŠs que haga, Victoria? ÂĄDecime quĂŠ querĂŠs que haga!
â ÂĄYa te lo dije! ÂĄQue me dejes en paz! âarremetĂ.
â ÂĄPor Dios, no dejan de pelear un segundo!âinterrumpiĂł Federico, que reciĂŠn habĂa aparecidoâ. Si siguen asĂ, se van a terminar casandoâŚ
Gonzalo y yo lo fulminamos con la mirada.
â ÂĄCALLATE! âgritamos los dos al mismo tiempo.
Federico levantĂł las manos, en seĂąal de paz, y retrocediĂł unos pasos.
âEstĂĄ bien, estĂĄ bienâŚâmurmurĂłâ. Estos estĂĄn todos locosâŚ
âNo importa, yo ya me voyâaclamĂŠ, determinante.
âBueno, te veo maĂąanaâdijo Gonzalo.
AbrĂ los ojos como platos.
â ÂżQuĂŠ?
âComo escuchaste.
â ÂĄNo, no te quiero ni ver!
âBueno, pero yo sĂ.
â ÂĄMe importa un cuerno!
âNos vemos, Victoria.
â ÂĄAndate a la mierda!
âNo puedo, ni siquiera tengo coche.
âEntonces no podrĂĄs irâsonreĂ maliciosamente.
âYa buscarĂŠ la manera.
â ÂĄBien! âfarfullĂŠ, con un bufido.
â ÂĄBien! âbromeĂł ĂŠl.
â ÂĄNo te burles de mĂ!
âTranquilizate, Victoria.
â ÂĄEstoy muy tranquila! âdije y lo pasĂŠ de largo, acercĂĄndome a Federico.
â ÂżNo me vas a saludar? âpreguntĂł Gonzalo.
âNoârespondĂ secamente. Me inclinĂŠ a darle un beso en la mejilla a su hermanoâ. Chau, Fede. Un gusto conocerte. Me alegra que la estupidez no sea genĂŠtica.
Federico se echĂł a reĂr.
âMe caes bienâadmitiĂł, sin dejar de reĂrseâ. Nos vemos, Becky.
 Le sonreĂ y me volvĂ, ya yĂŠndome. Al hacerlo, me choquĂŠ con Gonzalo pero no me importĂł y seguĂ.
âNos vemosâdijo ĂŠl, divertido. Me enfermaban sus rotundos cambios de humor.
En sĂ, ĂŠl me enfermaba.
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Me fui a dormir inquieta, con esa sensaciĂłn extraĂąa que sentĂa a veces sobre que ĂŠsa era la Ăşltima noche de algo. Era muy difĂcil de explicar. Era tan difĂcil de explicar como todo lo que habĂa ocurrido ese dĂa.
Las casualidades, los infortunios, los hechos sin explicaciĂłn⌠constituĂan en verdad grandes problemas. No supe cĂłmo tomĂĄrmelos. Tal vez eran una especie de advertencia. O tal vez mis miedos los convertĂan en advertencias. O quizĂĄs era comĂşn que esas cosas pasen, ya que la vida no es perfecta.
Al fin y al cabo, salir al mundo significaba eso, Âżno? Tener problemas.
Ya recostada en mi cama, me sentĂ distinta. ÂżQuĂŠ pasarĂa maĂąana?, me preguntĂŠ. TemblĂŠ de frĂo. O temblĂŠ de miedo. TenĂa que relajarme un poco. ÂżPero cĂłmo?, me volvĂ a preguntar.
Justo en ese momento, mi celular vibrĂł en la mesita de luz. Esto ya es demasiado, pensĂŠ. Pero luego recordĂŠ que nunca nada es demasiado.
TomÊ el celular. Era un mensaje de texto, proveniente de⌠oh, mierda.
Que conste que nada fue mi culpa. Bueno, tal vez un poco sĂ, pero eso no importa. La cosa es que maĂąana nos vamos a ver y sĂłlo querĂa desearte buenas noches. Aunque la verdad es que no puedo dormir. Pero bueno, eso tampoco importa. Lo que importa es que lo voy a lograr, ÂżsabĂŠs por quĂŠ? Porque siempre lo hago. Y a pesar de todo, aunque a veces no sepa ni cĂłmo comenzar, ni cĂłmo seguir, ni cĂłmo terminar, nunca en tu vida olvides que siempre encuentro la manera. Siempre. GH
Can't Buy Me Love - Part 16
Can't Buy Me Love - Gonzalo Higuain fanfic
Part 16. Read and tell me what you think! :) There's algo a spanish version.
16
Lourdes Mario and approached us. Gonzalo got up and offered me his hand so I did the same too.
 âHey! You donât meet a footballer every day!â cheered my best friend's boyfriend, outlining his perfect smile. Mario was tall, athletic and with tanned skin, due to long hours in the sun of the deserts. His Arabic features gave him a quite exotic and unique air. It was amazing the beautiful couple he made with Lourdes, as if their beauty was coordinated to perfection.
 Once with us, Gonzalo offered his hand to him and greeted amicably.
 âGonzalo, nice to meet you, che.â He introduced himself.
 âYeah, we really know who you are.â said Mario, laughing.
 âGonzalo, she's my best friend Lourdes and heâs her boyfriend and my friend too, Mario.â I duly presented, pointing to each.
 âEnchanted.â Lourdes greeted him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. âVicky told me much about you.â
 Gonzalo raised his eyebrows in surprise and smiled. I started to feel the typical burning in my cheeks. I gave a stern look to Lourdes.
 âExcept the most important thing.â intervened Mario, becoming offended âHow didnât you tell us that he was the Pipa Higuain? Thatâs not okay. I would have brought my t-shirt.â
 âYou have a Messi t-shit.â I reminded him. We all laughed. âWhy do we owe the pleasure of your visit?â I asked the couple.
 âSimple, we were shopping and smelled your cupcakes.â Lourdes said with a laugh. âAnd well, we missed you. I hope weâre not interrupting anything...â She elbowed Mario and they looked each other as accomplices.
 âNot at all.â said Gonzalo quickly. âWhat is more... maybe you can help me to snatch her a couple of cupcakes. She refused all afternoon to give me one.â
 Mario and Lourdes laughed. The very friendly guy was starting to gain them.
 âThat's impolite, Victoria Castell.â Lourdes chided me while she was heading into my house. âRight now I'm going to steal them.â
 âI agree.â said Mario and followed her.
 Before going too, Gonzalo gave me a smile.
 âYour friends have spoken.â
 âIs that theyâre not ready yet.â I argued in my favor, and shut the door behind me.
 âThatâs true.â said Lourdes from the kitchen. She and Mario returned to the living room. âWe declare you innocent.â
 I rolled my eyes.
 âThanks!â I exclaimed.
 âWhat were you drinking?â Mario asked, taking a seat at the table in the living room.
 Gonzalo also sat down.
 âMateâ He replied. âIf the lady is about to heat more water, I make some to you, if you want.â
 âWhat kind.â Lourdes flattered. âYou heard your guest, Vicky. C'mon, Iâll help you.â
 She took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen.
 âAnd, Gonza?â I heard Mario said. Judging by the noise, I think he gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. âWhen will you return to play? I heard you injured your knee or something.â
 âWell, yesterday they told me that next week I can return to the team.â told Gonzalo very friendly; as if he did not care about the fact that a complete stranger had a prior idea about him. âSo Iâll train a lot to be for El Clasico.â
 âWhat a match, huh? But youâll win for sure, Barcelona isnât the same now...â
 And so they kept talking very animatedly about guy stuff. There would not have any problem between them, because they both were very outgoing.
 As I put the kettle on, Lourdes pushed me with the waist.
 âMmm...â She murmured, mockingly.
 âWhat?â I asked indignantly.
 âI'm going to pass over the fact that you didnât tell your best friend that Gonzalo was actually Gonzalo Higuain if you stop making the silly and confess that you like this guy more than breathing.â
 I opened my eyes widely.
 âShhhhh!â I urged her to shut up. âLourdes, are you fucking crazy?â
 âYou're crazy.â She said. âFor him.â
 I shook my head.
 âThatâs not true.â I countered firmly. âBy no means.â
 âOh, for the love of God, Victoria!â yelled Lourdes, totally outraged. Again I reminded her to lower the voice. âWell, excuse me.â She whispered. She approached me. âDonât deny it. You canât lie to me. I saw how you looked at him. And I put my hands on fire that he looked at you in the same way. Moreover, you donât imagine how cute you look together...â
 âYou're talking bullshit.â I argued, already angry.
 âPlease, Vicky... It's the first time you live this, my friend. I wanna help you.â
 âYou help me so much not saying much bullshit.â I attacked again. âI wonât be with him just because you think âwe look cute togetherâ.â
 Lourdes sighed.
 âDonât lock yourself into a Chinese wall. If I didnât know that you like him, I wouldnât bother you. I know a lot of this, Vicky, and...â
 âWell, but I donât know anything!â I interrupted annoyed, and went to the kitchen cabinet.
 Lourdes sighed again. After a few moments, while I was looking for a packet of sugar in the cupboard, I noticed her footsteps behind me. I felt she hugged me.
 âDo you know how good it would be for you to open your heart at least once?â She said quietly. I surrendered to her affection, and feeling the first tears in my eyes peeking, I accepted her hug and put my hands over hers, which were tenderly around me. âIt would end the sadness, Vicky, that damn sadness that haunts you day to day and makes you decay, obscuring the beautiful person you are...â She passed her head gently on my back and placed a kiss on my shoulder. âI'm not saying this guy is the love of your life, Vicky. Maybe he wonât be anything for you. But donât close yourself, my dear. Someday you have to give life a chance; you have to allow yourself to be loved... You might think that love is very overrated, but tell me, an empty life, so empty of it, would be more worthwhile than try it at least once?â
 âI canât, Lourdes.â I expressed in a weak voice. âSimply I canât.â
 âYou're denying, as always. Today I observed you carefully. I noticed how you looked scary at Gonzalo, with that face you always make when someone tells you you're doing something wrong, or when you looked for me in the classroom, at school, do you remember? You looked for me from the other side of the room, quite far because the teacher separated us, because you felt bad and needed me. You look at Gonzalo in the same way.â
 âI'm not ready, Lourdes. I'll try it someday, when I grow up or when I simply overcome all my problems, but not yet. Much less with Gonzalo.â
 âSeriously, my love. Donât feel that I'm pushing you with this. I just want to stop seeing that sad look on your face. I swear that it gets me sicker every day; I suffer horrors every time I look at you. If you donât like this guy, I understand. Maybe I'm wrong. But I hate that you're always sad. You are like this since I've known you, a thousand years ago. I want to come here and see that you look at Gonzalo or any other boy with alight eyes, carefree... And you have beautiful eyes, my friend. Stop locking yourself in you. Stop hiding what you feel. Love, affection, cute things exist; theyâre not an invention of the books that you read so much. Seriously, I repeat: this is not about the guy who is talking to my boyfriend out there. But itâs likely that perhaps in the depths of your soul you like him and youâre repressing that, because youâre a masochist, like youâre just in love with your sadness. Enough, Vicky.â
 I nodded, understanding.
 âWhen Iâm ready.â I said, not wanting to reveal much. It was hard for me to navigate with ease in these personal situations, like I was the only human being unable to express her feelings.
 âWell, thatâs enough for me. For now.â She emphasized and gave me a slight pat on the face. âAnyway, you progressed a lot. You let him come into your house.â
 I laughed bitterly.
 âDid you see? I'm not so bad.â I commented, approaching the oven. The cupcakes were ready. When they got to the surface, they flooded the atmosphere with an exquisite aroma. Hope this make me wanna eat something, I thought.
 âThat's good. To invite a man to your place isnât indiscreet, my friend. Unless that, well... you know.â She laughed.
 I had to laugh too. Tears drained into my eyes again, keeping themselves for another opportunity.
 âThat will be a real dilemma.â I said, with double intention, and trying not to think about it.
 âYouâre still a little girl. Youâre developing. The first thing now is that you stop being afraid of people, mostly men.â
 I sighed, wishing a different life.
 âThe first thing now is these cupcakes.â I said, determined to end the debate on my emotional life.
 Lourdes helped me to carry the famous cupcakes and everything needed to continue drinking mate to the living room table, where the gentlemen present were chatting as if they knew each other from all life long.
 â... And then I told Favalli <<because of that boomerang-shaped bone shit you found while you were drunk you made us come to the ass of the world thinking that we would find a dinosaur and we come to find out that it's actually an old rhino horn, go and fuck yourself, manâŚâ told Mario, laughing.
 Gonzalo burst out laughing.
 âWhat the fuck? Have you gone to Africa only for a horn? I would send him to hell.â He muttered, laughing.
 What gentlemen, I thought.
 âSeriously, man. It was a wasted trip, and we were so excited and all...â Mario became aware of our presence and smiled at his girlfriend. âI had to get away from my sweetie almost a month because of a delirious drunk, I should have killed him...â He extended his hand to her, inviting her to come, and Lourdes inclined to give him a brief but tender kiss on the mouth. Diuuu, I hated mentally, upset about that flashiness. I took a brief look at Gonzalo, who rolled his eyes but did not seem uncomfortable. âAt least he was fired.â added Mario, and we all laughed.
 Gonzalo was sitting in the end of the table as if he was the house owner, for my own annoyance, Mario was in the left side and Lourdes in the right. Well, they are more interested in talking to him, I thought, and resigned, I sat next to Mario, as far as possible.
 âHow crazy that palaeontology thing.â said Gonzalo while he prepared the first mate. âYou might meet with many disgusting bugs... I'd rather run a thousand minutes before that...â
 Mario and Lourdes laughed. They looked fascinated. Surely they already loved him.
 âAt first it's horrible, you suffer hunger, cold, you're in the middle of nowhere... but then a prehistoric skeleton or an unidentified fossil appears you manage to reveal things from the past of humanity and well... that's priceless.â said Mario, proud of himself. âMust be the same as you feel when you're in a stadium full of people who yells at you.â
 âSometimes they yell ugly things at me.â stressed Gonzalo, wincing.
 âWhat ungrateful people.â said Lourdes. âYou are there running like crazy men, and they insult you as if there was no tomorrow, but of course... then you make a goal and for them you are the geniuses, the idols...â
 âThe story of my life!â said Gonzalo, and they made a âgimme fiveâ affably. Mario laughed.
 âDonât believe her! She actually hates football and if she knows something, itâs because she has to put up with me every Sunday watching the thousand hours of Futbol para todos*...â (Note:* <<Futbol para todos>> is an Argentinean tv section where everyone can watch all the football matches of the Argentinean league for free).
 âYeah, it makes me sick.â said Lourdes, biting her lip with nuisance. âIt seems that he loves Ramon Diaz more than me...â
 âAre you a River fan?â Gonzalo asked, surprised. Mario nodded, pleased. âAwesome.â He said and they made a âgimme fiveâ too.
 I looked at my hands. I had nothing to offer in that lovely group.
 âThe first mate is for the hostess and exemplary cook, Victoria Castell...â Gonzalo said and handed me a mate.
 I took it without making any comment.
 âDonât get ahead.â said Mario. âWe havenât tried her creations yet...â Then he took a cupcake and brought it to his mouth. âMmm... Excellent, my friend! The best thing I ate in years...â
 âHey, yesterday I made lasagna...â recalled Lourdes, pretending to be offended. âBut yes, they are delicious, Vicky. I want a dozen for my birthday, okay?â
 âAll right.â I said, speaking for the first time since I sat down, and tried to smile. I also took one to distract myself. I glanced that Gonzalo was testing one.
 âMmm...â He savoured, deliberating. âWell, it was worth the visit...â
 Mario and Lourdes laughed with amusement. Yeah, they love him, I thought bitterly.
 âChe, Gonza, in which part of Madrid do you live? Because my parents also live there.â Lourdes asked.
 âIn La Moraleja. But Iâm going to move away, so I donât know where I'm going to stop.â said Gonzalo, laughing at the end.
 âAh, yes, I know where that is.â Lourdes nodded. âRich are, huh?â She looked at my direction. âYou rub shoulders with wealthy people, Vicky...â She said, and laughed.
 I dedicated her only a crooked smile.
 âMadrid just lacks a sea to be a perfect city.â said Mario.
 Gonzalo nodded.
 âSo true.â He agreed. âAlthough itâs not a good place to go for a refuge. You live quite piled there.â
 âYou know what place is good? Ibiza!â exclaimed Lourdes, laughing.
 The other two laughed, with those faces of complicity that only lucky people know to sketch. I leaned back a little in the chair. Simply I had nothing to say. As usual, I was the scum of the sociable time. But on the other hand, I was happy that at least they could get on well.
 Mario, Lourdes and Gonzalo kept talking about different parts of the world, among which I could rescue Mexico City, Milan, London, Miami, Paris, New York and others, because I was not paying much attention. I devoted myself to drink mate, immersed in my own thoughts. If I was going to Congo, I would leave the country for the first time in order to help humanity. Even in the travel aspect I abstained myself to enjoy. Instead they travelled for pleasure, because they wanted to, because they could. Because of their jobs, in the worst case. In Congo I would get rid of any kind of satisfaction. I can not get satisfaction from the misfortune of others. I go because it was my duty, my primary concern as a human being. I feel so overwhelmed, too different from those three people sitting at my table. I wanted to have that unconcern they had. While I had the instinct of duty, they spent their time looking for the personal enjoyment, the good time, the delight. The life.
 I sipped the mate bulb quite absorbed. Stop thinking like a lunatic, my gut told me, you're as insignificant as them.
 I laughed at my own cruelty. No, they were not insignificant. They were great human beings. Their lives were great.
 âBefore you leave, Gonza, you should come to dinner with us.â invited Mario, who then turned to me. Oh, no, donât involve me in this, man. âTake him home on Friday, Vicky.â
 Too late.
 âWell...â I began. Before I could answer something coherent, I felt the pain of a kick under the table. I looked at Lourdes, who looked at me pretending to be indifferent, and containing the pain I finally answered: âSure, no problem.â
 Mario smiled.
 âAwesome.â He glanced at his watch. âIt's late, isnât it, my love? We have to go.â
 The couple stood up, but before going to the door, they said goodbye to Gonzalo.
 âNice to meet you, Gonza.â Lourdes said, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.
 âThe same to you.â He answered. Then he turned to Mario and he greeted him with a friendly handshake. âNice to meet you, che.â
 âSee you on Friday, huh? Donât let us down, champion.â Mario said, laughing.
 I accompanied them to the door. I greeted them both, and before leaving, Mario whispered to me:
 âTake care of yourself, huh?â
 I looked at him with a bad face and hit him on the shoulder.
 âGet out, you fool.â I said, and I could not help laughing.
 I had not closed the door when I found myself suddenly with Gonzalo in front of it.
 âI have to go too.â He said. He gave me a crooked smile, my favorite. âThanks for the cupcakes. You were really quiet, though.â
 I rolled my eyes. Then I realized that we were too close to each other.
 âYou all are too nice for me.â I said, and smiled.
 He stepped closer. I had him only a few centimetres away.
 âYou're too perfect for me.â He said and put his hand on my cheek, stroking.
 I shook my head. I did not like to hear that.
 âDonât say that.â I put my hand over his hand, intending to remove it, but unconsciously I left it there.
 âI see you, then.â He recalled, and his eyes sparkled.
 âYeah, I have to take you...â I nodded, with feigned reluctance.
 He laughed musically. His voice detonated parameters of what male and beautiful it was.
 He leaned over to greet me with a kiss on the cheek, which lasted perhaps more than it should. Itself penetrated my skin and slid down my body, making me feel the most perplexing tickle of my life.
 I sighed, expressing him to stop, and he obeyed without complaint. We looked at each other for a moment.
 âBye, Gonzalo.â I said and opened the door.
 âBye, sweetie.â He said, and walked out the door laughing.
 I shook my head in disbelief.
 âWhat an idiot...â I muttered, but surely he did not hear me.
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  I decided to go to bed early, to mitigate the nerves. If I kept ignoring my state I would probably end in another relapse. I sighed. Why did everything have to be so complicated in my life?
 I pulled out of the closet my pink nightgown. I laughed alone. I could not believe I was still using that awful and virginal pyjama. Then, in that moment, I realized something startling: that damned nightgown had witnessed most of my relapses. I did not need it at all. I looked at it with contempt and threw it to the floor. You had enough, I thought.
 I went to the closet and pulled out a narrow box that was still wrapped in its gift package. It had an inscription that read: <<For special occasions ;-) Love, your friend, Lourdes >>.
 I almost had a fit of laughter. I had completely forgotten about that gift. I opened it, finally. It had a giant and bright Victoria's Secret embodied in the box. Inside of it, there was a delicate black silk garment. Yes, it was a pyjama. Lustful as hell.
 I looked at it stunned a few minutes. Put it before you regret, my gut told me. I obeyed and ran immediately to bed, shivering. How could women be provocative, with the cold that is in the world? I wondered.
 Once sheltered in the warmth of my bed, I laughed again at my stupidity. I had been fighting with inanimate objects again. Anyone who witnessed my personal stage would think I'm senile. Well, at least I'm aware of that.
 I searched my music player and my headphones on the bedside table. I needed to relax. Too much had happened. So much human relations disturbance had stifled me a little. Being with Lourdes was my well-being and my condemnation at the same time. She was my ground wire. But sometimes rediscover the reality is not as good as it looks.
 I wondered if I would have to pay more attention to her. After all, Lourdes was a woman of the world, opened to any experience, knowing almost everything. What could be more sensible to pay attention to her, who knows what it's feels like to live really, or to me, who only lives, if I can still use that verb in myself, to see how the hours pass? I was not filled with anything. How could I give the reason to a person so empty, even if that person is myself?
 Stop. The idea was to stop thinking. I took the music player and put it on random. I want something to surprise me, I thought. Well... although much had surprised me that day.
 I started listening to "Make it wit chu" by Queens of the Stone Age. I had not listened to it for a long time. I knew it was a good song, but I had never paid much attention to it. I devoted myself to listen:
 You wanna know if I know why? I can't say that I do Don't understand the evil eye Or how one becomes two I just can't recall what started it all Or how to begin in the end I ain't here to break it Just see how far it will bend Again and again, again and again
 I wanna make it, I wanna make it wit chu (Anytime, anywhere)
I wanna make it, I wanna make it wit chu⌠Sometimes the same is different But mostly it's the same These mysteries of life That just ain't my thing If I told you that I knew about the sun and the moon I'd be untrue The only thing I know for sure Is what I won't do Anytime, anywhere and I say I wanna make it, I wanna make it wit chu (Anytime, Anywhere)
I wanna make it, I wanna make it wit chuâŚ
 Wow. What a complicated and distressing song, I thought. It has a disturbing feeling of doubt, but that "I wanna make it with you" uncovers an undeniable determination, an irreproachable need, instinctive, urgent, without explanation. However, in all its complexity, I found it beautiful.
 I sighed. It was hard to admit I felt quite identified with the song. Maybe too much. Maybe Lourdes was right.
 "I would never get involved with someone like you," I thought again. And again I sighed.
 As I succumbed to the sound of the guitar solo, I closed my eyes and went to sleep, thinking about how changes may offer new realities and certainties that we did not have before and how I remembered him in songs now and anything that got in my way.
 And in that moment, then, I was certain of two things: first, that Lourdes was right. And second, I was in love with Gonzalo. Maybe too much.
Can't Buy Me Love - Part 11
Canât Buy Me Love - Gonzalo Higuain fanfic
Part 11. Read and tell me what you think! :) Thereâs also a spanish version.
 Note: an asterisk (*) means a change of narrator.
   11
 Madrid, Spain.
 The night was cold and annoying. I frowned when I parked in the night clubâs parking lot and looked in the rearview mirror to Nachoâs annoying friends, my other annoying friend. I resorted to him when I only aimed to have fun in incognito. But most of my true friends had girlfriend and they even had begun to marry and have children, so this night out ritual was a totally nuisance. Something annoying. <<Let's go on your car, which is bigger.>> Nacho told me by phone. Actually, he was a self-interested, like everyone. But he knew of places to forget everything. Four years ago, he was my salvation, my God of fun, my link to amazing women. Then I stopped seeing him when I met Rebecca. And when I broke up with her I sought his help desperately. In fact, my happiness should always depend on someone else. That was annoying too. And now, indeed, I did not know what the hell I was doing. âGonza, are you going to drink alcohol or not?â asked Nacho. âWe have to choose a designated driver.â âI donât know.â I said dryly. âWith that mood he better drink a hogshead of beer.â joked one of his friends. Everyone laughed. I had to suppress an insult. âI got it.â offered another. âTomorrow Iâll drink to death.â We got out of the car and headed to the entrance of Buda, an exclusive nightclub from the outskirts of the city which I knew enough. Nacho was chattering nonsense with his friends. What assholes. And think that a few years ago I felt like a capo for going out with them⌠Well, at that time I was amazed by football, fame, money and the women that approached me. I did not care about anything and I felt great. But now I could not stand being alone nor stand being with someone. Everything was a bullshit. I was glad, if I can say it in that way, about the fact that there was not a single paparazzi at the entrance of the place. Nacho was an asshole but an expert. "I leaked false information about your teammate Cristiano Ronaldo telling that he would go to Kapital with his friends. Kapital is far from here. Weâll have fun in peace." He claimed. In another mood I might have defended my teammate, but I could not stand even my own annoyance. I sent everything to hell from the beginning. I felt the vibration of the deafening music in my ears and in my feet. If anyone found out that I was there, in a nightclub, in Madrid, instead of being in my rented apartment sleeping placidly across the sea, I would be in the middle of a mess. But I did not care. I decided to act like a fucking idiot again. I thought about reason I was brought up there while I went into the crowded hallway of the club. Nacho took us to the VIP area immediately because nobody had to notice my presence. I wondered what would happen if the press found me out. They would destroy me. I laughed at that thought. Actually no reason had brought me there. I took the plane amid in a confused trance, blinded by a strange anger that had endured since the moment I decided to travel so abruptly to that instant. Well, after all, Madrid was also my home. I needed to be there too. I guess. The VIP area was small, dark and comforting, as usual. Small for the exclusivity, dark for not recognize each other too much and comforting because well, it is supposed that we pay a lot for being there. In a flash, I recognized a few familiar faces, famous ones. That was good, because the silent covenant that we all remain (I did not see you, you did not see me, we did not see us) would keep me safe. We approached the bar. Nacho greeted the barman, Flavio, who then turned to me. âPipa, whatâs up, chaval?â He greeted me, raising his voice to be heard. We hit our hands amicably. âI thought you were in Argentina.â âYeah, I thought so.â I said, trying to be clear in the middle of that mess, but my voice sounded pretty aloud. Flavio laughed. âHey, you came on a good night.â He said, outlining a rogue gesture. âEl Elenco cast is here...â El Elenco was a cast of European girls competing for a spot on a TV show or something. The thing is that they were known for being hot. I smiled. âWell, something must be done, right?â I joked. I sounded convincing. Flavio laughed again. âI'll serve you something so you warm up...â He said, laughing. âThese guys are terrible...â I heard he muttered as he walked toward the shelf of liquors. Nacho took me by the shoulder. âMalena Costa is here, do you wantâŚ?â He started. âWe just arrived, Nacho.â I retorted, frowning. âI shift for myself. Get out and get fun.â âAs you wish.â He patted me on the back. âIf you need anything, let me know it, champion.â Be advised to go to hell, I thought, but not expressed it aloud. I was greeted by many people while I was sitting there chatting animatedly with Flavio, drinking whatever was in my glass. I was able to recognize some people and I greeted absently the others, wondering who the hell they would be. In the end. The same as always. A while later, I felt someone touched my shoulder. âGonza, hey.â I turned around. It was Pablo. I smiled and greeted him amiably. âWhat are you doing around here, huh?â I asked. âIâm giving a little show. You know, promotion thing.â He replied. âThere are many girls...â He winked. âYouâll be fine, so.â I laughed. âYou too, man.â He said with bad intentions. âI donât know, I donât know... Maybe.â I laughed again. Alcohol put me in a good mood. Momentarily. âI thought you were in Argentina.â He said, eyeing me suspiciously. Yes, I know, I thought. âYes, I know.â I expressed aloud. âI missed a bit...â âI thought it was always the other way around, that you missed your place...â He guessed. Shit, this guy had to be so perceptive?
I nodded. âWhatever... How was it in London?â I asked, trying to change the subject. I talked to Pablo for a while until he had to leave to prepare his presentation. However, almost immediately, I felt that somebody touched my shoulder again. âHowâs it going, handsome?â She greeted me. I turned around. I desperately tried to remember her name but I could not. It was much like Carolina or Catherine... She was blonde and stunning. I kept looking for her name in my mind. âNothing, hanging out, you all right?â I asked, trying to be sympathetic. She did not make it difficult, anyway. She motivated me much, really. I made a lot of effort to not look away from her eyes... âYes, you have to relax after work so, huh?â She winked and came pretty close. âYou know much about that, donât you, Gonzalo?â I smiled. She had a very strong, sweet perfume that overwhelmed me almost instantly. âOf course.â I agreed. Without wishing it I looked away... to her attributes. Good thing that I noticed it immediately and went back to look up. âItâs been a long time...â âYouâve been busy...â She said, becoming the victim. As she looked away, I took the opportunity to have a look at her red dress that left little to the imagination... I liked it, but at the same time ... I did not like it. I looked at her again. âWhat were you drinking?â I looked at my glass. I almost laughed at the fact that I did not know what I was drinking. âI invite you.â I offered and made a sign to Flavio, who returned me a accomplice smile. âAre you still single?â asked the girl suddenly. I nodded, watching her intently. She smiled. âYou're having fun, then...â âIf you want to call it in that way...â I said, not wanting to reveal much. Surprisingly, she took me by thechin. âI love your accent...â She said, looking at me deeply. What a woman, I thought. She looked around. âHow about going out? This place makes me sick.â I smiled before answering, between bitterness and almost satisfaction. I knew well what she meant. ______________________________________________ I opened the door of my house with some difficulty. That low intake of alcohol made me feel so badly. Combined with the disaster that I had just experienced, it was quite a relentlessly unlucky crew. I wanted to die. I sat on the foot of my bed, and as I took off the shoes, I remembered the situation: Cassandra. Her name was Cassandra. I remembered at the moment she provocatively leaned her chest against mine and kissed me on the cheek and took me by the hand and led me to the private balcony of the night club. She closed the door behind us. I felt the outside cold wind hitting my face and how music was left behind. In this new calm, I realized what I was doing, but before I could do anything, Cassandra pushed me to a chair and stood over me. âThen we'll go to your house, right?â She whispered. âDiscretion...â She laughed. I got angry. I had already enough with everything to tolerate that this bitch comes with that shit mockery of discretion. It was an ass kicking. She kissed my neck and began to caress me, but a wave of resentment shook me. The loud music had overwhelmed me but now I was getting annoyed. I frowned and looked at her. Instantly, she kissed me on the mouth. Oh, shit. A strange force moved me away from her in a millisecond. She looked at me puzzled. âWhat is it?â She asked with her squeaky voice. I felt stupid. What was I doing? Rejecting a woman? Just what I needed. I shook my head and leaned forward, taking her by the neck, and kissed her. My mind was full of astonishment. It lost the tuning as well as a TV. And then, an image came. Her image. I tried to suppress it, but it was also accompanied by an aroma. I could not stand it anymore. Oh, shit. I broke away from Cassandra abruptly. She looked at me elated, but then softened the expression when she saw mine, as understanding something. âYou are thinking of someone else, right?â She asked, without hesitation. What the...? âI can see it in your face.â She smiled. âOnly your body is here, youâre somewhere else...â No, it could not be. This woman was not a floosy. âNo.â I refused and kissed her again. I tried to suppress my thoughts as I did it, but her face came to my mind again. She started kissing my neck. I closed my eyes to concentrate, and for a moment I got carried away. I felt that she deposited me kisses at the ear, along the neck and at the top of my chest... Then she touched me. âMmm...â She sighed. But it was not her voice. Cassandra's voice broke with all my imagination. Resigned, I took her gently by the arms and moved away. I stood up, disappointed. I looked away. âSorry, but I canât.â I apologized clumsily. âWhat is it?â I was thoughtful for a while. Finally, I looked into her eyes and said: âI was thinking of someone else.â Embarrassed, I looked away. Cassandra approached me. âDonât worry, I understand you.â She said. I looked at her with pity. âCassandra, donât mess with guys like me. You deserve someone who respects you, okay?â She nodded. âYou're a good boy, Gonzalo.â She approached me and I smiled. âGood luck with that...â He patted my shoulder and went again into the place. And I was just out there thinking about her, who was a thousand miles away, across the sea. I lay in bed very upset. When something mobilized me, I always acted like a fool. I should never have gone out. Never should I have come back to Spain. I should never have ran away. All I had done was realizing things. I could not get the image of her face off my mind. I hated that she were walking through the world being unaware of her beauty and her effect on men. Her pretty face and big sad eyes flashed in my head. Moreover that sad eyes that were screaming for someone to protect their wearer. And she was like that: sad and beautiful. I realized that I had taken that plane to get away from her geographically, because although I had her by my side, we were away. But here, thousands of miles away, I felt her closer than ever. Again, like an idiot, I was involved in something that did not suit me. I took the phone and send the same text message as every night. She came back to me again, with a quizzical and adorable expression that was breathtaking at the same time. Cassandra and the other women of the world, no matter how beautiful and sexy they were, could not do anything beside that. It was a real and legitimate beauty. Girlish and feminine. Blushing and formal. Frightened and determined. Unique. It drove me to ruin. Damn Victoria. ________________________________________________ * I came home feeling cold and emptiness, as usual. That emotional hypothermia would kill me. I went to bed without dinner, as usual. And I got his text message, as usual: Good night. May you rest. GH Since he was gone, he sent me a message like that one at the same hour. He always changed the last sentence to make me know that it was not an automatic message. I sighed. I tried to sleep. But I thought about him, as usual.

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