IS THIS A TRAP?

"Don't jump." I joked. Wilder has been standing at the edge of the mountain for a while now and I have no idea what he is thinking. Everywhere has been silent for over 20 minutes so I decided to break the ice.

"Don't worry, I won't give you pleasure." He turned to my direction back to his position. I didn't understand what he meant by that statement or maybe it's a joke, like always.

"I don't want you dead," I said seriously just in case it isn't a joke.

He turned again and stared at me for a while before taking a few steps away from the edge.

"I know."

"14 years ago, I would have pushed you off the cliff with no hesitation."

"14 years ago, I won't be standing near an edge when you are around." I let out a low laugh.

It's so funny how things have changed.

I fell on the mat as I laughed, louder this time, I don't know why but I just kept on laughing. I felt Wilder lay down with me.

"Stop being weird." He muttered. I shifted facing him, he has his glasses on so I cannot see his eyes which made it less awkward that we facing each other.

"Did you have a crush on me, back then?" I blurted out without thinking. I blame Lily for feeding me with this shit now I have embarrassed myself.

"Yeah, maybe." I tried not to act surprised or uncomfortable with his surprising truth. I just nodded coolly still staring at his direction.

"Is that why you bullied Cole in high school?"

"Yeah plus it was hilarious." Again I nodded, not acting weird about it. I was going to ask why he never said anything but it doesn't matter now.

It shouldn't.

"D-did you have a crush on me?" This time I didn't hide my surprise at Wilder's question. It was a long time, but I do recall fangirling over him with my sister before he became a bully and I hated his ass.

"At one point, maybe," I answered. I am so thankful that he is wearing shades, it is so easy to talk to him, his eyes get me weak on my knees.

"Cool." He simply replied.

"Cool." I awkwardly said too,

Not wanting everywhere to go silent and awkward all over again, I had to think of a question and in no time, I got one.

"Why sports?" I asked. I had watched him a couple of times in high school and I have to admit, he is good.

It's kind of cool what he has achieved through sports, the hotel he owns and whatever business ventures he is in.

"It's all I have known, I guess." He stopped and then continued. "My dad wasn't the best one but we always seemed to connect with sports, we bet on games and when I joined the basketball team, he couldn't be more proud. So I worked hard, gained a scholarship and worked hard some more but it was sad that he never got the see when I got drafted."

"I bet he is proud of you," I assured him.

"I am not sad because I want to hear him say he is proud of me. I just wonder if we would have a different conversation now that I have gotten where he dreamed of me. It's stupid but I dreamed of having a normal conversation with him that didn't lead to talking about sports."

"It's not stupid and if your dad were here, I bet he will be bugging you about getting married." Wilder smiled at my statement. I stared at his smile, mesmerized.

"Sounds like a nightmare." He laughed.

"What type of woman do you dream of marrying?" I asked.

"Is this a trap?" Wilder raises his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes at his question.

"It is not, I am going to play Cupid since you have helped me. I am going to find you a woman before the end of my vacation."  I sat up and he did the same.

"Are you sure you are okay? Wait, did you hit your head while climbing up?"

"No, idiot."

"Since you have forgotten, I am Wilder and Wilder does not need any help in getting a woman. I am more than capable as you can see, you have been lusting over me from the beginning of the trip." He winked.

"You wish." I know, I am a hypocrite. "I am serious, let me do this for you." I pouted.

"Fine, let me think." He puts his hands on his chin and fakes concentration.

"Let me guess, blonde?" He has an obsession with bugging me about considering dying my hair blonde.

"How shallow do you think of me? I don't discriminate by the color of hair." He gasped.

"Just talk already." I groaned.

"Funny, I love a good laugh. I am tired of women laughing at my jokes, I want to laugh too." I raised my eyebrows in confusion.

"Why would they even laugh at your jokes? You are not funny."

That's just weird.

"Everyone laughs at a rich man's joke." He smirked.

"Go on." I urged.

"Smart can win an argument with me."

"It's not hard to win an argument with you, your facts are always shit." It shouldn't find a woman like that.

"Says the girl who always ends our arguments with Spanish insults. I always win." I do end our arguments like that but in my defense, his facts are shit.

"No, we arrive at a middle ground." I settled.

"Outspoken, I am not one for mysteries and I don't have superpowers. So I would like a woman that says when she's mad at me and doesn't sugar coat words to make me feel better."

"Mysteries are fun," I muttered.

"Not as fun as angry sex after she spits fire from her mouth."

"Sounds disturbing." And hot but I wasn't going to say that to him.

I turned when I heard my phone ring, I picked it up from the mat.

Its a video call from my mum.

I swiped to answer the call right after I shifted so Wilder won't show in the background.

"Mama," I spoke as soon as her phone pops on my screen.

"ella no dejará de llorar" My mum looks frustrated and tired.

"Why is she crying? What happened?" I tried to sound calm but my heart beating so hard.

"Relax Mija, She fell and I have cleaned the cut on her head, it's just a scratch but she won't stop crying." I breathed out in relief as I saw my Kitty in the background. They are in the park, I can see kids running.

"Let me talk to her." Upon my request, the cutest little face appeared on my screen with red puffy cheeks stained with tears.

"Oh sweetheart, please stop crying." I cooed. "Does it hurt?" She has bandaid on her forehead covering the injury.

"No," she whimpered. Tears stroll rolling down her eyes, she used her small hands to clean it.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I am going to be ugly." I let out a little laugh, it's funny how my beautiful little girl thinks she is going to ugly because of a scratch.

"It's not possible sweetie," I assured.

"Mikey told me that I will be ugly." She starts crying again.

I don't like seeing her cry, I panic when she does.

I wanted to say Mikey is a little ass but I was stopped by Wilder's voice.

"He is hating because you are going to be cooler than him." Wilder appeared from behind, his face showing on the screen.

"How?"

"People with scars have cool stories." I shifted the phone a little bit so Kitty can see his face.

"Tripping on a playground is not a cool story." I bit my lip trying to smile as my baby frowned at Wilder.

"It's better than sleepwalking and hitting your head on the door, but I tell people I got it from saving my friend in middle school." He points at a faint scar on his forehead. "No one is allowed to know, it's our secret," Wilder whispers as my Kitty starts laughing.

"I won't tell anyone." She whispers too, with a beautiful smile on her face.

"Your scars, your story."

"So, I can tell people I got this scar from saving a dog?" Kitty gasped.

"Wow, a superhero already." Wilder gasped too.

"That's lying and lying is bad." I scolded, smacking Wilder on his arm.

"You are such a killjoy." Wilder rolled his eyes. "She is a killjoy," Wilder whispered as I can hear still him.

Kitty nodded as she lets out her beautiful small laughs.

"Shut up Wilder." I shifted the phone to make sure it only faces me.

"The only ugly one is Mikey, you are absolutely beautiful," I muttered.

"Are you okay now?" She nodded as to my question.

"Yes, I miss you."

"I miss you, we will be back soon." I smiled. "Love you," I whispered.

"Love you too mum, bye Uncle Wilder." Here little face disappears from the screen.


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