Behind the Screen

Victoria

The rage emerges from beneath the surface of her skin. She was not able to do anything, paths had been revealed. He was older and maybe that is why she was so attracted to him. But that is not how the speculation begins... 

Victoria Calero.  A girl, a fourteen-year-old girl, who thought nothing matters in the world but the people around her and her city.  That is what they wanted after all. Victoria lived within a lie, but she did not realize this. 

11:47 read on my phone, I should have been asleep by now, but I could not let the phone down. He was like a dream, it seemed so surreal. Andres Sinfuegos, he was a man who understood me and the thoughts that kept me up at night. We texted for what seemed minutes, as the sun ran across my bedroom floor waking everything around. I had spent the entire night texting him.

My mother had warned me about boys and strangers, mostly boys. I never ignore her wisdom, but something urged for me to see the man behind the screen.

We agreed to meet at the convenient store around the corner, after school and see how far we would go. Time had seemed to have stopped, school went by slower and the teachers talked in slow motion, which didn't help because I had no sleep. My school day would never end, nothing moved. 

I rushed over to the convenient store desiring to see his face and his features. Reality crashed. What was I to say or do? What if I was not the person he hoped for? Was I ready for this? I headed toward the frozen aisle and opened the door to grab a Monster Energy drink as I bumped heads with a boy. 

"Don't you have eyes?!" I said a bit furiously.

"Obvious I don't, then I wouldn't have bumped into you," he said with a smirk drawing across his face as he finished the sentence. 

I chuckled a bit annoyed by his comment, but walked away to pay for the drink. As I was about to pay, he placed his drink next to mine. 

"I got this," he said with a ten dollar bill in his right hand.

"No!" I demanded but he had already paid. He was familiar, not sure from where or how. 

"Andres Sinfuegos," he said as he reached to shake my hand. 

"You're Andres Sinfuegos?" I said astonished by the boy standing in front of me. Wearing a black hoodie with baggy jeans.

"Victoria Calero? You're prettier than I thought," he said smiling. No one before had said something like that to a girl like me. I had long dark hair and no boy looked twice my way, everyone was scared of me. Vicky the girl who no one wants to around, although many say they're my friends or best friends, we all know no one enjoys my presence. 

"No one has ever told me that before," I said as my face began to burn, I had never felt this way. I was no longer a tomboy or known as the bisexual freak but as a girl. I did question my sexual orientation and I told a few people that I was bisexual.  I am confident of who I am, but I don't want to be treated differently because of how I decide to describe myself. 

They stood staring into each other eyes wondering if this was a just a mean mind trick. The world around them seemed like a blur nothing seemed to matter. They stood looking deep within what the screen hold, all of its secrets and discoveries that it beholds. 

Victoria craved to know who this boy was and where he came from. The deepest part of her mind, maybe? They walked over toward the park discussing every possible detail of who they were. 

*Soft Panting*

I'm so late I can't believe we were talking for that long, he is such a douche bag he didn't say anything about the time. I hope I never see him again! 

Although that is what she hoped for, deep down she couldn't wait to see him again. He was better than she hoped for and every time she thought about him she felt a satisfying feeling within her and a giddy smile drew across her face. 

She had no idea what was this new and unrecognizable feeling was. When she arrived at her house she forgot about the consequences awaiting. Her mother sat on a chair that was placed on the front porch waiting for a reason for such tardiness. 

"Mom... I was trying out for basketball and I lost track of time," she said a little out of breath maybe that made it a little more convincing.

"Why didn't you called me? I have been waiting out here for you," she said raising her voice.

"I'm... sorry," that was the first time she had ever apologize to her mom. 

"It doesn't matter anymore, I'm going inside to eat," her mom said as she stood from the chair heading towards the kitchen. She didn't seem too mad, but rather disappointed because she was not born yesterday, she knew where I was. 

That went unexpected, I thought she was going to yell from the top of her lungs or take out la chancla, and trust me that hurts. However, she showed something more hurtful... disappointment. I'm not going to be successful  in life, I'm one of those dumb kids who do not know how to do anything. I hate when she does that I would much rather be hit by the chancla it's less painful. 

I miss him, but I don't want to seem desperate. I'm going to wait for him to text me, but I shouldn't wait I need to take charge. Everything happened so fast...

What she didn't know was that he was just going to play with her feelings and lead her to an unforgettable journey, in which it wrecked her more. She had protected her feelings for so long and when she decided to open them up he broke her. Or was it the other way around?