Crush Culture I
Camila
Alejandro drives me to school that next morning and I'm completely astonished, yet I'm certainly not griping. I can't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought that he might actually be warming up to me, though I have no idea what prompted him to change his mind. I still don't know him well, and I've never seen him look at me with any desire or interest. Also, for a brief moment, I wonder if it's because I'm not his type or not attractive enough. I have initiated all of his brief displays of affection, and they have all been relatively polite. He has not yet indicated that he likes me. "I think I'm pretty, right?" While playing with the fries on my lunch tray, I openly question. "Looking for validation and it's just what...." Mason actually looks at his telephone. "Noon?" From across the lunch table, he gives me a sarcastic smile. I pick up a fry and throw it at the stupid person's forehead. It falls to the ground, but he picks it up and puts it in his mouth anyway. "Gross." I and Ava squint in our eyes. Ava looks at me with an eye roll as she sits next to Mason . "To respond to your inquiry. Yes. Extremely." She stresses. With a sigh and a head shake, I "Not to ladies. Yes, I am attractive when seen by women, but I'm referring to when seen by men. I reply with seriousness because I must figure this out. I never stopped to consider the possibility that I might not be as attractive as I had always believed I was. Was it because Alejandro was out of my league and all the men who complimented me appeared to be in my league? Mason clenches his lips, crosses his arms, and ponders my gaze while reclining in his chair. "Well, you have a childlike face and fuck me eyes, a small waist, and a big ass. You're incredibly fuckable... So yes. From a male perspective, I would say you are attractive. He watches. I purse my lips despite the alarming fact that men typically find childlike features attractive. Maybe Alejandro was just too over my head for he didn't in any capacity whatsoever glance at me with any kind of fascination or desire. "Why the requirement for male approval or endorsement? You are not an insecure woman, Cam. What's going on?" I sigh knowing she's right as Ava looks at me. I have vowed never to let anyone, let alone a man, make me feel this insecure in the short time I have known Alejandro. "She's just disappointed that her new dad won't fuck her," Mason responds, ignoring my glare as he does so. "What? It's real." "Screw off, dislike that." I yell back. "Are you certain that you aren't just interested because you are aware that you cannot have him?" According to Ava, overlooking Mason -something we've learned is an unquestionable necessity with being around the moron. "At first, that's what I thought it was about; now, I don't know..." "I think I might actually... have... a crush on him," I murmure. The unfamiliar sound of the word makes me cringe. My friends make fun of me and start making fun of me. Before I know it, I'm getting mad at them and running out of the cafeteria and into the literature department, where I know I'll always be wanted. . . . Because Alejandro comes to pick me up from school, I have to stop hanging out with William. I almost kissed William goodbye the other day when he surprised me by picking me up because I felt bad about giving him another set of blue balls. William was naturally empathetic, but I could tell he was disappointed. However, I didn't really intend to do anything with him. I've only once tried to put my hand in his pants, so it's possible he was hoping for that. But that didn't go so well because we were sitting next to each other in the dark at a school assembly. I was interested, requiring it for instructive purposes. But I bitched out and backed away as soon as I slipped my hand in and felt around. Since I had observed Alejandro glaring at the man for a little too long in what I hoped was jealousy but I knew was his perceptive nature, I knew he was suspicious of William. He was always so insightful, composed, and cool. Today was no exception. I smile at the thought of riding with Alejandro past the beach while blowing my hair in the wind and blasting my favorite song as he stands in front of a black sports car, one of which I knew had the option to remove the roof. I rush down the means, pushing past the gatherings of young ladies waiting around and overlook the way they all eye Alejandro who was a welcome blessing, in a mark white shirt, and dark pants. With a few loose buttons at the top, his white dress shirt clung to his broad frame and showed off a gold chain that rested against his chest. Wishing that one day I won't have to sneakily glance at him like the other senior girls in my grade do now, I trace over his lean, muscular figure with appreciation. All of them could see, but I was the man. "Hey." Alejandro simply opens the passenger door for me and mumbles "hello" before turning the car around and climbing into the driver's seat. He doesn't look up from his phone as I get closer. I buckle up before realizing that I actually had something to discuss with him after the car starts up with a roar. "Oh, I might not be home until a little after midnight because my friends invited me out on Friday." I scarcely get to complete my sentence before he's answering with a brief, casual "No." I delay and turn upward towards him, "I wasn't asking authorization. I was going to let you know." I let him know. He looks ahead with furrowed brows, as if the thought of someone not asking for his permission was absurd. His arrogance goes unnoticed. "You cannot leave the house on Friday night," He said. "I need you to be safe in your room all night because I'm having some business associates over". He responds quickly. The constraint makes me frown. I'd never needed to manage something like this nor did I had any idea what I should have been remained careful from, yet I had a smart thought that these business partners weren't your customary middle class financial specialists. "Yes, you understand?" He hums, his hand gripping the gear shift, and we accelerate, but all it takes for me to melt is one quick glance from him. I might just let it go this time. "Yes, of course". I say as a little wicked grin structures across my lips. "But only if we are able to lower the roof and ride past the beach on our way home." It was messy, however mamá had a convertible and she'd allow me to rise up to embrace the couple of moments of happiness that accompanied the natural air and wind in my hair. It was thrilling. "I don't know-" is all he does, a frown. "Please?" As I turn toward him, I ask, and after a while, his large chest heaves as he gives in and presses the button that slowly turns off the roof before leaving the freeway. I take off my shoes when we drive by the beach and stand carefully while holding onto the windshield's rim and waving my hands in the air. I can't help but laugh and scream as Alejandro drives with one hand on the wheel and an amused grin that he tries to hide. It feels so good and liberating. Our turn comes up and he creates the sharp turn before I can put down yet his huge hand comes up and he grasps onto my thigh, steadying me as he adjusts the corner. "Be vigilant, Principessa." I admire the sky, concealing my blush from his eyes as his calloused fingers fix on my skin somewhat as he makes one more turn. I feel butterflies in my stomach, but his hold is soft enough not to hurt. It is firm enough to hold me steady. However, the blissful contact lasts only a moment; the next thing I know, we are approaching the Gongalez manor from the private, guarded street. . . .
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