Nate Part 4

" Hey, everyone! — Isabela says, smiling as she receives a cheer from the crowd. — I saved the time for my last song for a composition of mine. I started writing it shortly after I began studying at this place. I imagine all the students love the Revolta as much as I do, and I want to congratulate the man who created this. To the rebellious boy who deserves this song, which I wrote thinking of him. So, I’m going to sing “Ineficaz”:
I tried so hard to forget you
With all the strength in my body
I fought to push you away
To the point of going insane
I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss you
I died every day that
I realized all that was left of
You were just memories
I was a hurt girl
Then you showed up and
Never, never, never
Feared my walls
You healed every old wound
And I loved you for that
But had no idea that
You would leave
I even tried to understand you
But you managed to open
Bigger holes
Bigger and bigger
In every wound that had healed
I even tried to move on without you
I built shields
I armored my heart in a way that
No one could get in
I even tried to maintain the barriers
And when they were solid enough to
Seem impenetrable
You came back. Man, you came back to me.
And I even tried to pretend that I didn’t love you anymore
But you knocked down my shields
As if they were made of straw
And made me go insane, just like you do
I even tried.
I swear I tried to forget you
But I’ve always been ineffective.
Of all the things I’ve seen come out in song form from her lips, I never imagined that the most perfect one would be for me. How could I have let you go, damn it? I’m feeling explosions in my chest, boiling, screaming, as if my heart is anxious to chase after her without me. I want to invade the dressing room and kiss her, hug her, tell her I love her, and thank her on my knees for what she did for the Revolta. I want... her!
I can’t stay still after seeing the lights go out as she bids farewell to the stage for someone else to perform. It’s as if the whole world goes dark too, and only she exists, once again. The only focal point of light for a lost boy. So, before I know it, my eager feet are already stepping into the makeshift dressing room next to the performance stage. I don’t even notice the frightened looks from the women scattered around the place. I don’t recognize anyone. The only person who matters to me is the short, sassy redhead, the amazing artist who is now my partner. I just want to know about the woman who just stepped out of the red dress and is pulling a black skirt up over her hips.
" Nate? — she asks, looking at me with a face caught between surprise and holding back a smile.
As if she knows I’m about to throw her over my shoulder and take her away, Isabela grabs the top with one hand and quickly puts it on, giggling as I do exactly what she expects.
" Is this the moment I hit you on the back and tell you to drop me on the ground? — she asks with so much fun in her voice. I carry her across my shoulder through the campus. — Where are you taking me? I still want to see Cristina's performance.
I only set her down when we’re in front of the wall of the skate park. It’s completely enveloped in darkness. The only light illuminating the place comes from the yellowish streetlights in the distance.
" When did you buy it? — I ask, out of breath, tears in my eyes. She stares at me, frightened, unsure if I’m happy or angry with her act. — Today?
" I signed the papers this morning.
" What did you wear? — I tease, referencing the collared outfit she wore that night during dinner.
" A light blue suit from your sister. — She laughs, knowing I’m in a good mood. — Your dad’s an idiot. I cursed him out after I signed the contract. He told you to marry me.
" I agree.
" That he’s an idiot?
" With both! About him being an idiot and that you need to marry me — I say, biting my lower lip. — I love you, damn it! And you know what’s ineffective? — I ask, closing the space between us and pulling her into my arms. Isa wraps her legs around my waist, and I set her down on the very table where we splattered paint on each other.
" Forgetting me?
" Trying to control my dick when I’m near you! — I joke, eliciting more delightful laughter from my beauty.
" You’re a pervert, cutie.
" It’s ineffective to stop my heart from beating so hard when I look into your beautiful eyes. — I caress her cheek as I speak. My heavy breaths brush against her smooth, made-up skin. — It’s ineffective to try not to desire you like a madman. — I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, noticing she’s wearing the pair of diamond earrings I gave her yesterday, matching the ring. I love giving her gifts; she always lights up with excitement. — I’m ineffective when I try to imagine a future without you. I’m ineffective when I fight not to think about you every second of the day. I’m ineffective when I try not to get hard just by watching you walk... — I kiss her mouth, the perfect oasis to quench my thirst because every second without her is like walking in the Sahara. I caress her thigh while our tongues warm up against each other. Her soft, fragrant, and seductive skin invites me, and before I know it, I’ve pushed her underwear aside and I’m inside her. — I loved the song, and I’m so sorry you had to write it because you were hurting — I say, biting her ear, pulling out and entering slowly into her wet pussy, always ready to receive me. — Thank you for buying that part of the Revolta. I want to thank you properly later, but my dick wants you more than anything.
" I would never let you lose this. I love this place, and I never get tired of saying it. So keep making the Revolta the best Arts college in this country! — Her voice is full of lust and desire, almost tearful because I never stop moving inside her for a second. — Don’t worry; I want you here too. I feel like I’m committing a crime having sex outdoors — she jokes, pulling down the straps of her top and pressing her breasts against my face. She loves it when I suck on them hard. — This was on my list of things to do before I turn thirty.
I laugh, then repeat the indecent act of leaving a hickey on her breast, which she loves. I just can’t do that in visible places because she hates it.
What’s unfair, though, is that my redhead fills my neck with marks.