Lola was younger than me.
I saw her for the first time in an English class.
She was an advanced student -just like me- and someday our teacher asked us to work together. Our teacher wanted us to participate in some sort of academic exchange.
That day, Lola arrived at the classroom and sat beside me.
At the beginning, I did not take care of her appearance.
I just kind of sensed that she was a skinny white girl with glasses and that her look resembled that of John Lennon in the Abbey Road era.
In one of the activities we were working on -it was sort of a questionnaire-, I decided to give her my real telephone number.
At that point, I'd just kind of noticed that she was attracted to me and I wanted to confirm if I was right.
She couldn't stop watching me.
She was so shy and looked like if she was about to have a nervous breakdown all the time.
She hesitated about all her responses.
A couple of days later, a mysterious girl started to calling me up on the telephone, almost three times per week.
Dunno remember exactly how it was, but we talked for hours.
Even though the mysterious girl didn't want me to say her name, it was so obvious.
Those telephone conversations were so funny.
She did not tell me her name, but said she liked The Cranberries.
She admired Dolores O'Riordan.
She talked about all the discography of the band and promised me to, eventually, lend it to me.
Once I was convinced that she was the mysterious girl, I started to look for her in the school.
Guess I wanted to contact her personally, 'cause I had really sympathized with her.
Besides, she had confessed that she was interested on me, and I started to consider the possibility to make her my girlfriend. All I needed it then was to have a girlfriend.
I found her sooner than I expected.
At school, Lola was following me almost all the time.
Someday, between classes, I saw her alone having lunch and then I approached to her and asked her if she was the one who was calling me up on the telephone.
She denied it, but she blushed.
On a few days we talked regularly, in person.
At some point, she told me she had a boyfriend.
It was weird 'cause she liked me -and it was the reason she started to contacting me- but didn't want to break up with his boyfriend.
Sometimes, as we were on the telephone, her boyfriend arrived at Lola's home and we just had to hang out.
We used to sneak out from some classes. At the beginning, we just talked. Eventually, we started to kiss.
The first time it happened, we were in the middle of a play in the school theatre.
A friend of mine was playing Poseidon, and I asked Lola to watch the play with me.
It had been a rainy day and we had been together for hours. I couldn't stop looking at her moist hair. It seemed a water lily.
Lola was eating Ruffles, or some sort of junk food.
Suddenly, she saw me behind those Lennon-like glasses and hold my hand.
Her eyes adopted a wild attitude, like if they were possessed by some sort of spell, and she put her lips around mine. She started to push back and forth. The softness of her tongue started to surround my mouth, and I was so surprised. As I sensed the taste of the junk food in my mouth and Lola watched me with cozy eyes, I realized I never thought she would kiss that way.
Last night, accidentally I heard a Cranberries' song, and it reminded me of her.
Music always have exerted a strong emotional effect on me.
I remember several issues on detail if they're associated to a song in particular.
I saw Lola for the last time, almost 20 years ago.
I'd just had a couple of weeks in college and I missed her a lot.
One day I surprised her and went to my old school -then she was in the last grade of high school-, but Lola was sort of annoyed and cold.
I guess she was waiting for her boyfriend to arrive anytime.
I was bothered, completely deceived by her attitude and I ran away.
Never looked for her ever again.
I wonder what happened to her.
She wanted to be an English teacher.
Salvation
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