Episode 3

Miguel's Narration

My name is Miguel, I'm 16 years old, and I live with my parents in the city of Sao Paulo. I've never been denied anything in this house; they always gave me everything I asked for. Some time ago at school, I met Katarina, my girlfriend and the only woman I truly love. One day, my dad gathers the entire family to share some news.

"Folks, tomorrow Lucas, Margarida's son, will be coming to spend a few days here at our house, and I expect everyone to treat the boy well so he doesn't leave. Can I count on everyone?" my father asked, standing and awaiting a response.

"I don't understand why you let the employees bring their children here. Isn't it enough that they're here already?" I said, looking at my stunned father.

"Don't talk like that, Miguel. They may be poor, but they're still good people," he said, confronting me.

"If you let that boy into my house, I'll do everything I can to make him leave." My mother, who was sitting, got up and approached my father.

"Miguel, dear, at least try to give this boy a chance. It will do you good," my mother said patiently.

"No way, Mom. It's impossible to give a chance to that kind of person," I said, already heading up to my room.

"I shouldn't have spoiled you so much. Look at what you've become," my father said, glaring at me.

I ignored what my father said and went up to my room. I entered the bathroom, took a shower, came out, grabbed some Calvin Klein underwear from my drawer, and got dressed. I lay down on the bed in just my underwear because it was hot.

THE NEXT DAY

I woke up with the sun shining through my window. I dragged myself out of bed, brushed my teeth, and went downstairs. I sat at the table without speaking to anyone and started to eat.

"Miguel, Lucas is arriving today, and I'm asking you, please, treat him well," my father said from across the table.

"This again? I'm not obligated to talk to anyone," I said, getting up from the table, totally stressed.

I went back up to my room, and my cell phone was ringing. I picked it up and answered.

"Hey, my love, how did you sleep without me?"

"Hi, my love. I didn't sleep very well."

"Why, my dear?"

"My dad wants to bring our maid's son to spend a few days here at our house."

"You're kidding, right?"

"I wish I were, my love. And now it seems the boy is arriving today."

"I'm coming over to be with you. Together, we'll get this bastard, whoever he is, out of here."

"Careful, babe."

"Don't worry."

I hung up the phone and put it on the nightstand. A little while later, Katarina appeared at my bedroom door. We kissed and lay down on my bed since Katarina was still a virgin, and we couldn't take the next step.

A LITTLE LATER

Later that afternoon, I heard some voices downstairs.

"Love, I think the maid's son just arrived," he said, waking me from a wonderful nap.

"I hear him, love," I said, not really caring about the situation.

"Love, I need to go. It's getting late," he said, shaking me again.

"Let's go. I'll walk you to the door," I said, getting out of bed.

I put on a shirt since I wasn't wearing one and left the room. Downstairs, I came face to face with a cute boy who made me melt. My father introduced us, and I mumbled a very dry "hi." Lucas smiled at Katarina after my father introduced her as my girlfriend, and she gave a dry "hi" back. I walked her to the door, said goodbye, and went back to my room. Later that same day, Katarina called me.

"What is it, Katarina? I was sleeping."

"Wow, such arrogance."

"What do you want, Katarina?"

"What's going on, Miguel? You've never spoken to me like this before."

"You know I don't like to be woken up."

"Okay, excuse me, Mr. Cranky."

"What do you want?"

"Some friends from school invited me to go to a club nearby. What do you think?"

"Let's go. I really need to get out a little. Kisses."

"Another one."

I hung up the phone and got ready to go to the club. I told my parents that I wouldn't be eating at home. I left the house with Katarina and met up with her friends. We headed to the club and soon arrived. The line was crazy. Katarina went to the front of the line and spoke to the bouncer.

"Good evening. I have a table reservation for five people," she said, squeezing my hand.

"Under what name, miss?" the guard asked, picking up a clipboard.

"Mine. Katarina Millicentes," Katarina said, meeting the guard's gaze.

We soon entered, and I ordered a vodka to start.

NARRATOR'S PERSPECTIVE

All of Katarina's friends were having fun at the club except for young Miguel, who was following his girlfriend around. Little did he know that Katarina was kissing someone else by the door of the women's restroom.

"Day, have you seen Katarina?"

Dayane, one of Katarina's friends, had just seen her by the bathroom door with someone else, but she couldn't tell Miguel yet.

"The last time I saw her, she was at the bar waiting for a whiskey," she said, answering Miguel.

Miguel went looking for Katarina but couldn't find her. He decided to stop looking and have some fun. Later that night, Katarina reappeared, a little drunk.

"Katarina, where were you? You disappeared all night," Miguel said, worried about his girlfriend.

"I was outside getting some air," she said, stumbling backward.

Dayane, who was behind Miguel, glared at her friend, already knowing what she had done. The young people decided to call it a night and went home.

MIGUEL'S NARRATION

We left the club and headed home. I arrived, went inside, and headed for my room. I ended up bumping into a vase in the hallway, and it crashed to the floor. I went into my room and plotted with Katarina to try to get Lucas out of our house. I woke up the next day with a headache. I looked out the window and got out of bed. Katarina and I went downstairs and said good morning to the family. I invited Lucas to go for ice cream, and he accepted. We went to a little plaza near our house.

"Where's this ice cream place, Miguel?" Lucas asked, looking at me.

"Relax, we're almost there," I said, continuing to walk.

We arrived at the ice cream parlor. I ordered two vanilla ice creams and went back to the table.

"So, Lucas, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked, looking at him.

"No, I've never had the pleasure," he said sincerely.

We continued talking, and I can confirm that Lucas is a very cool guy for me to be around. I decided that from that day on, I would try to get closer to Lucas to find out more about him because something about him intrigued me, but I couldn't describe what it was.

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