Pov Ariel
It's a mistake to think that pedagogy is an easy course because it isn’t; my brain feels like it's melting from so much studying. It's past 10 PM, and I'm still here, buried up to my neck in a mountain of assignments.
Out of nowhere, I hear someone trying to knock down my door, and what the hell? Is it impossible to study in peace? I hope it’s urgent, the kind of urgent where the hill is on fire!
I open the door and come face-to-face with Jotape, standing there looking like a fool. It had been weeks since we last spoke, and as expected, he disappeared as soon as he found out I’m trans. I once saw him taking a long way around to avoid passing by the snack bar, and although I expected it, it still hurt.
Not that I didn’t think Jotape was good-looking; the bastard was incredibly handsome. That bright smile, the veins in his arms and hands are my weakness; I’m not made of stone, baby. I noticed every detail of that man, and I liked what I saw—and boy, did I like it—knowing full well it would lead nowhere. All the interest he showed vanished the moment he learned what was between my legs. It’s always like this.
Now, what I really wanted to know was why on earth Jotape was standing at my door since he had made his disinterest clear. I just hope he isn't coming with that annoying talk I've heard so many times: the one about keeping things secret and then pretending he doesn’t know me. A long time ago, I decided that if someone isn't willing to claim me, then they can't have me, simple as that.
“Good evening, princess. I missed you.”
“What do you want, Joao Pedro? Do you know what time it is? This isn’t the time to be at someone else’s house.”
“Calm down, brown-skinned beauty. I know it’s late, but I need your help.”
“I don’t know for what. Aren’t you one of the bosses of the hill? What do you need my help for?”
“Actually, the help isn't for me; it's for a friend. You’re studying to be a teacher, right?”
“I’m trying, Joao Pedro, but for that, I need to study. Staying here chatting with you in the middle of the night doesn’t help.”
“I want you to teach someone to read and write; we’ll pay you well.”
“And who is this person?”
“The faithful one of my buddy Santo.”
“Look who it is! The powerful and feared Santo has a foot in the valley.”
“What’s that?”
“Nothing, forget it. And how old is this faithful one of Santo who can’t read?”
I found the story strange; it wasn't exactly Santo's style to involve himself with kids, but in this life, I didn't doubt anything.
“Eighteen, I think.”
“Eighteen years old and can't read or write?”
It wasn’t an uncommon reality in the favelas, but it was still odd.
“It’s a long story, but I have time. If you want, I can tell you, but you’ll have to invite me in, we’ll have a drink and talk.”
Still confused by Jotape's attitude, I decided to be clear and direct with him.
“Look, let me make one thing clear. If you know what course I’m taking, it’s because you’ve been snooping into my life. If you know that, you know I’m trans, right?”
“Yes, I know, but I don’t care.”
“Oh really? You don’t care? Then tell me, how many trans women have you been with?”
“None.”
“And how many men have you been with?”
“None, but…”
“Look, man, I appreciate the interest and everything, but it’s not going to happen, okay?”
“Can I know why?”
“Dude, until yesterday, you were only with women. What do you think you’ll find when you take off my clothes? A Kinder egg? You’ll see there’s less on top and more on the bottom. I’m not up for going through that again.”
“Look, I’ll be honest. I don’t know how I feel about sex yet, but I want to try. I liked you for your attitude, your personality, and I wanted to kiss you the moment you looked at me. As for your body, damn, I’m definitely not indifferent; I just need some time.”
“Sorry, Jotape, but it’s not going to happen. I’m not looking to help anyone come out of the closet, let alone be an LGBT coach. If you want to figure yourself out, fine. I totally support that, but leave me out of it.”
Pov Author
Ariel spoke while closing the door, Jotape knew that arguing was pointless; his dark-haired girl was stubborn. He had to change his strategy and go slow, "eating around the edges," as the saying goes. He placed his hand on the door, preventing her from closing it completely.
"And about the patron of the Saint, are you up for teaching the little guy?"
"Sure, I love teaching, and I need the money. Tell the Saint to call me, and we’ll arrange it."
Ariel stepped inside and returned with a piece of paper containing his phone number, handing it to Jotape. He knew the other would save his number and would probably insist, and although he shouldn't or wouldn’t admit it, Ariel wanted to see how far the other would go for her.
"Now get lost, I need to get back to studying."
"I’m off then, but make sure you don’t overstudy, take a break too, princess, and we’ll see each other around."
Ariel went back in, and Jotape headed home, already planning his next steps to get closer to his chosen one.
Pov Santo
He was standing at the door rehearsing what he would say to Allan when the door swung open, and he came face to face with the little one. His heart softened at the sight of the smaller boy, his eyes red and swollen from crying.
"Hey, little one, can I come in? We need to talk."
"If you came to kick me out, you don’t need to. I’ll leave on my own."
At that moment, Santo's mind conjured an imagined scene of Allan leaving his house accompanied by another guy, and that was enough to make him angry.
Santo closed the distance between them and pulled the little one by the waist until their bodies were pressed together.
"You’re not going anywhere, you’ll stay right here, got it?"
Allan was confused; what was happening? Was the big guy going to trap him?
"Are you going to lock me up?"
Allan asked, fear evident in his voice.
"You didn’t get it, did you, little one? I want you to stay here with me, but I want you to want to stay. I know I’m a messed-up guy, impatient and bossy, but I like you, Allan."
Allan was convinced that Maria had put something in the juice she made for him—maybe hallucinogens—because he could swear a tattooed giant was confessing his feelings to him right at that moment.
"Me?"
"You won me over slowly, bit by bit, with that cute face, that sweet way of always worrying about me, if I'm okay, if I've eaten well, if I've slept right. You make me laugh with your innocence and lack of experience."
"Giant, don’t joke with me like that. It’s cruel."
"And that scent, God, it’s torturous to have that little neck so close and not be able to do what I want."
"What?" Allan said, his eyes shining.
"Smell you, kiss your neck, inhale your hair, and kiss that lovely mouth." Santo said this while trailing his fingers across the little one’s lips, who was already trembling on his legs.
"Will you let me, little one? Will you let me do those things to you?"
Never in Allan’s life had anyone asked if he would allow something, and this was the first time; Allan felt that Santo genuinely cared about his opinion.
Santo was standing just a few inches from Allan's face, waiting for the younger one's response.
And now, my God, what do I do?!?!?!?!?!
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Author's Note:
Guys, this was my first work; I had never written anything in my life. I want to know if you’re enjoying the story.
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