His Prisoner I
Camila's POV
I was never good at sharing as a kid.
That was until I met Mason and later, Ava.
They were my friends and as time went on and middle school bullies, mean girls, and fake friends came into the picture, I knew I could only count on them.
They were the only friends I needed. Mason was on the same page, he wasn't a social butterfly either, but Ava was a completely different story.
While Mason and I enjoyed staying in our little group, Ava branched out. It was fine by us, we still loved her and spent time with her.
Only now it wasn't with Ava the awkward ninth grader. It was Ava the captain of the soccer team, Ava the valedictorian and Ava the popular girl.
So when she had invited me to a sleepover she was having, I instantly wanted to shut her down, but stopped myself.
I needed to get out of the house and since Alejandro wasn't home to stop me from leaving, I could.
I only really needed to convince Ethan and Marco to let me go.
Ethan was more difficult than usual. He didn't give into my puppy dog eyes, thus leaving me with no choice but to blackmail him.
It was simple, I told him if he didn't let me go, I would show Alejandro the video I took of him playing dance dance revolution yesterday. And when Ethan still didn't budge I followed up with telling him that I would tell Alejandro about how a strange man had approached me and Ethan was too preoccupied to help.
He instantly caved.
I wasn't actually going to tell Alejandro anything. I wasn't talking to him, but Ethan didn't know that.
Marco on the other hand was surprisingly lenient. He drove me to her house, told me I could only stay until midnight and when I wanted to leave, I had to call him to pick me up.
It wasn't ideal but I would take what I could get.
Only I wasn't enjoying myself at all.
I couldn't talk to Ava without hogging her from all her other friends, Mason was in the same boat, except worse seeing as a few of the girls were terrible at hiding the crushes they had on the boy who wasn't interested in them, but more so their moms.
"Can we please get the fuck out of here?" Mason nudges my side and I glance to the group of girls all chatting and laughing. Ava was trying her best to include me but I felt the disconnect between me and all her other friends.
I was tired of dragging her down and working twice as hard to fit in when I sensed I wasn't really wanted by anyone but her.
And so with some poor ass excuse, we left to have our own variation of a sleepover.
A night cooped up in my bed while we binged criminal minds. A show I now refused to watch at night without someone else.
Marco told me to text him, but for once I wanted a little freedom. Mason was taking me home anyways, he'd understand.
The ride home is filled with a silence that feels unnatural and when I glance over at Mason his brows are furrowed. I'm about to ask what's wrong, when he speaks. "Don't you ever wonder why Alejandro keeps rejecting you?"
My mood instantly sours. "Why would I subject myself to that?" Who in their right mind would want to dive deeper into a rejection that left them hurt and destroyed?
Mason ignores me and continues. "I mean, from what you've told me, he seems to be attracted to you, so what's stopping him?"
I sink back into my chair, hating that I'm forced to think about Alejandro and the way he'd rejected me. "I don't know? Maybe he's not attracted to me?"
"As much as I hate giving you a complex, there are very few men who aren't attracted to you and I don't think he's one of them." A scoff sounds from his throat, lI bet you he's thought of you while beating his meat."
"I don't know?" Frustration bubbles to the surface as I think his words over. "Maybe he feels like he's disrespecting my family since our parents were close."
Jacob still doesn't drop the subject. "Wasn't your mom team Calejandro?"
"Ew." Calejandro? My face scrunches up. "Don't ever say that again."
He rolls his eyes. "All I'm saying is that somethings not adding up. There must be a reason he doesn't want you outside of you yourself. He's hiding something."
I go quiet, resorting to staring out the window as he drives. Yet I can't bring myself to come up with a definitive answer nor do I want to give myself any false hope. I was done with putting myself out there for Alejandro.
Mason occasionally glances my way, like he wants to say something.
But he simply remains quiet until we pull up to the gate. The gate of Warden Alejandro's prison mansion.
The high security surrounding the house although normal to me, proves to be otherwise for Mason who's eyes round as he pauses outside the gate, allowing three of the men on guard to approach.
And then I hear Mason gasp when he realizes the three of them have their rifles out and pointed towards his car. "Holy shit... Cam, what the fuck?" Alejandro breathes, automatically putting his hands up as he goes rigid.
I roll my eyes and lean over him to roll down his window and peek my head through to show them it's just me.
I smile up at the three men who lower their guns upon seeing my face. "He's my guest and will be spending the night with me." I say to one of the guards, who nods before tapping his ear piece, "I'll inform Mr. Gonzalez that you'll be having a friend over." He says and I purse my lips at the mention of Alejandro.
Did that mean he was home? I hope not.
With a nervous smile, Mason pulls through the gate and continues to drive up the driveway, only now at a snails pace. "They're not the police. You won't be ticketed, dumbass." I say to the boy who still looks a like he's gonna shit his pants.
With a roll of his eyes, he parks by the front fountain and when he makes sure to stay close to me as we walk towards the front door, I know he's still creeped out.
He's also unusually quiet, and so with a huff I turn towards him. "Okay spill, what the fuck has got you so quiet?" I say as we get to the front door, where I punch in the late night security codes, waking in with him in tow.
"You mean other than the fact that we were just held at gunpoint?!" He hisses as he comes to walk next to me.
I send him a blank look, to which he straightens up and shrugs almost shyly. "I just don't like seeing you like this." He mumbles seriously looking at the ground.
We continue on our way towards the kitchen, and I swallow thickly, looking away from him. "Like what?" I question but I know where this is going.
Mason sends me a deadpanned look, "So insecure and sad. I don't like that some man is making you feel and act so... not you." He says reaching out to take my hand in his as we walk further down the hall.
"I'm not sad." I mumble doing a terrible job at being convincing.
We walk towards the dimly lit kitchen in silence and before I can even look up into the room, I feel Mason's hand come out to grab a handful of my ass. "Someone with an ass this fat doesn't have the right to be sad." He jokes.
I jump forward into the kitchen in shock at the unexpected move, before swatting his hand away and scowling at the idiot. "Ouch! You dimwit." I snap, but not before moving forward and pinching his nipple through his T-shirt.
He yelps like a little bitch and I burst into a fit of laughter before turning my head and stopping dead in my tracks.
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