10 Years Before...

I watched this tall, athletic, green-eyed, light brown-haired boy and thanked St. Anthony for being so generous to me. I guess he was tired of seeing me at mass on Sundays and every year on June 13. And he had sent me that eye drops that were Miguel Henrique. The husky voice was like music to my ears. I was madly, hopelessly, unconditionally in love.

Most girls couldn't accept that because I wasn't "beautiful and blonde" like them, I was the girlfriend of a promising goalkeeper, they all thought I was inferior to him. Miguel Henrique was already coveted by the girls of the school for being from a traditional and rich family from Rio de Janeiro? A scholarship student in an expensive school in the south zone, thanks to my mother's friends. Of course, the girls at school would not accept this relationship. But what could I do? He had fallen in love with me and I with him.

- They won't stay together for long? she is totally different from him?

- How could he be right with her? - Another girl commented - She's not up to his standards...when he gets famous, he'll take on someone more like him.

Poor things.

- Girlfriend, don't listen to them...they're a bunch of grouches...they can't accept the fact that you've got the most interesting guy in school.

- I know it bothers you... - I shrugged - the future promising goalkeeper and Brazilian national team player, dating a poor black girl? The patricinhas have a hard time. And I really want them to tear up with rage.

I tried to find fault with that man sent into my life but I couldn't, Miguel Henrique was perfect and everything a girlfriend would want. Attentive, nice, romantic, in bed he was crazy - Ôoo hot...and other things more. Do you know that boyfriend who makes a point of idolizing his girlfriend? Making all the women around him angry? So, that was the man I had.

God, I got so lucky....SQÑ

Until one day Prince Charming had turned into a frog, and my whole fairy tale had become a Mexican soap opera, the kind that makes you cry over seas and over rivers. I felt like those soap opera characters who spent every chapter suffering and slipping down the walls of the house crying with rage and sadness.

All because the perfect boyfriend was the most chicken of all, that was the flaw I couldn't see. My head looked more like a Christmas tree with all the horns he put on me.

But I only knew for sure when I saw him and my best friend with my own eyes. I caught the two of them in the bedroom when I decided to pay a surprise visit to my beloved boyfriend at his house. I arrived early from school that day, because he had skipped class because he was indisposed. And when I got there I was the one who had the surprise and indisposition.

- Miguel Henrique! - I shouted after opening the bedroom door, "You dirty bastard! I can't believe what I'm seeing.

- Calm down...it's nothing like that - He stood up quickly taking my hand to his member, as if I had never seen it before - We were just studying for our Biology exam.

You're kidding, right?

- Giselle, you cow! - I squinted my eyes at her - you are a traitor! My best friend...and with my boyfriend, my God! How stupid I was!

- Girlfriend, get off me .... - I started to hear the fake girl talking, but I was overcome with hatred - You bitch!

- Don't ever call me friend again." Next thing I knew, I had already thrown my hand in her face. Talarica, this whole time you were with my boyfriend and pretending to be my friend. I never want to look at your face again!

I left hating and snorting, my best friend and my boyfriend together? In bed? It was the worst thing that could happen. I trusted them both, I had them as confidants.

And to think of how many times I asked Miguel to take Giselle home so that the naughty girl wouldn't walk alone...for sure they would make out with each other along the way...just imagining it makes my stomach turn with so much anger, precisely because I trusted them too much. Maybe this was half the mistake, how stupid was I to let my friend get so close to my boyfriend?

- Wait for me Olivíah! - Miguel Henrique ran after me -My love, wait for me.

-Don't call me my love," I shouted, crying with rage, "You don't have that right.

- What do you want, you idiot? - I turned sharply, letting go of him. - I shouted, scandalously, "Forget about me!

- Love, let me explain," he knelt down, "she forced me, I didn't want to.

- Don't be ridiculous Miguel Henrique - I smiled debauched - you were enjoying it and moaning loudly, AAAI vaaaaaai Giii, go hot like this for me! You bastard.

- Please Oly, forgive me! I promise I won't do it again. It was just a slip...look, I was a brat. - He stood up and held my arm. It was making me sick just to feel him touching me.

- You were not a brat," I smiled debauchedly, "you are a brat Miguel...you will never grow up!

- No, I will not forgive you, ever! - I shouted and drove my left knee into the middle of his legs. This is for you to learn and remember me for the rest of your life or as long as you think about cheating on any woman, you idiot.

I smiled with relief as I watched that asshole cry in pain like a child, at that moment I had decided to forget Miguel Henrique forever, there was no way I could forgive a betrayal, even more with my best friend. And for sure he would pay dearly for having betrayed me, the world goes around and every guy who is a chicken finds a woman worse than him.