Trainwreck I
Camila's POV
I kissed a girl.
Not just any girl-one that's a crazier drunk than I am.
Not only did Yuri match my energy but she took it and drenched it in tequila.
Six shots of tequila to be exact.
Six shots of tequila that led us to this exact moment.
Barefoot, on top of a bar, grinding and dancing to Rihanna while all our new friends cheered us on.
It was so liberating and for the first time in a while I felt free.
I couldn't bother to care about anything else other than the heavy base and Yuri's arms around me as we swayed sensually to the music.
I didn't care that I had nothing to eat since breakfast or that I was probably going to regret this in the morning or that I felt like I was forgetting something because the DJ changed the song to another Rihanna song.
My jaw drops as I look at Yuri. "Oh my god. I listen to this song." I say in complete wonder.
What were the chances that a song I listen to regularly played in the air of a club?
The universe was definitely giving me a sign.
"Umhm." Yuri slurs her hands moving from around my neck down to my hips.
I burst into a fit of giggles and turn to grind myself into Yuri's front, feeling delighted at the attention and cheers we were getting from our new friends.
I lose myself in the moment and forget about my life.
I wasn't Camila Rodriguez, I was just a random hot girl in the club dancing with another random hot girl on a table as people cheered us on.
A few other girls jump up onto the table, starting to dance and I turn to Yuri, my eyes wide. "Holy shit! We're trend setters."
And then Yuri looks over my shoulder to the other end of the table where a black haired girl winks at us. Yuri smiles and looks towards me. "Gotta go babe, don't wait up." She slurs before moving forward to plant another kiss on my lips, the second one tonight, before walking over to them.
With a shriek of delight, I try to walk myself towards the group of girls on the other end of the table but I only manage to take a few steps before I stumble and nearly fall off the edge.
Luckily a kind stranger steadies me by placing their hand on my upper thigh. "Whoopsie!" I call as I hold onto the strangers head for support. I let go of their soft hair and go to continue walking but the strangers large hand squeezes my upper thigh, stopping me from moving.
My face instantly scrunches up in anger and I look down prepared to yell at the creep who's trying to feel me up. But my scowl turns into a sigh of relief because it wasn't just some random creep.
It was my creep.
But my creep didn't look so happy.
Infact Alejandro's face was red in rage and it looked like he was going to explode.
I tilt my head to look down at him, my hands still playing with his soft hair. "What's up with you?" I murmur not understanding how he could possibly be so angry at a time like this.
His face was lit up by the colourful changing lights and the music was amazing. How could anyone possibly be angry at a time like this?
His eyes widen in outrage, a fire in them that told me he would burn anything in his path and they were currently set on me.
I don't have time to even recoil from his terrifying stare, because everything turns upside down the moment Alejandro tosses me over his shoulder and turns around to walk out of the building.
Another shriek of delight escapes my lips and I start giggling before looking up to realize that he's leading us away from everyone. "Noooo." I call, reaching my hands out towards everyone. "All my friends are there!"
But the brute doesn't budge. Like at all.
I try wiggling out of his grasp but he only tightens his hold. I try kicking him away but he only grasps my ankles together in one hand. I try hitting his back but he only continues walking, exiting the building and walking out onto the street.
And then I see it.
His ass.
It looks so good from this angle in his slacks that before I know it, I'm reaching down and smacking it. It's a light pat but enough to have him stopping in his tracks for a moment, which causes a smile to grace my lips.
A smile turns into an O the moment I feel the sting of his hand coming down on my rear. Hard.
He proceeds to walk and I shake off the tingling in my stomach as I giggle and bring my hand out to do it again. I smack his booty with a giggle, only this time I shriek in surprise at the loud smack that echos when his hand comes down on the same spot on my left ass cheek.
The slap was a lot harder than before and the tingly sensation doesn't go away. It stings.
I may have been joking but he wasn't.
He was angry.
"Ow. That one hurt. A lot." I mumble and just resort to swinging from side to side over his shoulder, like a pendulum.
I feel his hand come to rest on my sore ass cheek and I smile when he rubs back and forth soothing the sting. Yet he still doesn't speak and my happiness starts to waver.
He was mad.
But then my attention goes to the nauseous feeling that comes over me as I continue to swing back and forth, upside down. "Uh oh, I think I'm going to be sick." I mumble, my face scrunching up.
That gets him to stop. He instantly sets me down and by the time my feet hit the pavement I'm turning to dash towards the nearest bush and slumping down to empty the contents of my stomach into it. My stomach that was empty save for the scrambled eggs from this morning and the tequila.
The feeling that ensues as I continue to hurl into the bush is so unpleasant that in an instant my entire mood plummets.
The awful feeling in my stomach, the exhaustion that wears over me and the most prominent of them all-the pure anger radiating off the man behind me, only adding to my change in mood.
My mind is hazy and fogged up from the alcohol and my emotions were at an all time high. There was no telling where this night could go.
Hopefully home.
I pause to catch my breath, cherishing the feeling of the fresh air hitting my neck and then I blink in confusion. My hair wasn't up.
I turn my head to catch a glimpse of Alejandro, who's squatting down, holding my hair up in one of his hands. His face is blank and his jaw is tight but his eyes are icy and cold, but despite all that I want to cry at the action.
My Patatino was so sweet.
When I've just sbout finished spilling my guts out, I turn my body towards him. His hand is still gripping my hair and his large physique-although squatting down- is still looming over me.
I swallow thickly and look into his eyes that are staring back into mine. His icy gaze penetrate mine telling me he's trying his hardest to rein in his anger.
His other hand comes out to hand me a water bottle and it's exactly what I need in this moment. I look down at the water bottle and then up at him, blinking back my tears of gratitude as I try to twist the cap.
The same hand that gave me the water bottle comes out to suddenly twist the cap of the bottle as I hold it in my hand, and I stare up at him in surprise. How did he know I was having trouble opening it?
He's so nice.
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