Kiss It Better I
Camila
The next morning, I wake up with a headache, and you can bet your arse that I don't keep my pain to myself.
It is certain that I will make it everyone's problem.
But I do know that I don't want to talk about the reason why I have such a bad headache that the side of my head hurts.
What else can I say? After he attempted to jump me like a pregnant wolf, I twice fell off Alejandro's bed. Absolutely not, yes.
"What's the matter?" When Ethan sees that I am sitting next to him for breakfast, he asks me right away.
He probably wonders why I'm not dressed for school as he looks at my robed body.
As I sit in my seat and sleepily express my gratitude to Divy, a member of the staff, as she places a few painkillers on my plate, I don't even spare him a glance. I'm not feeling well.
I murmur and Ethan frowns, but before he can say anything, Alejandro comes face to face with me after a light grip is placed on my chin and I turn my head the other way.
He frowns as his brows furrow. "Let me look," He murmurs as he moves his hand to my forehead and scans my face with his eyes.
As he looks at me in contemplation, his tongue darts out against his cheek. I keep looking at him to see if he remembers last night.
I can't find any, which makes me nervous enough to consider sitting somewhere else but know it won't work.
Even though I'm not complaining, sitting next to the man whose dick I'd been suffocated by last night was more than awkward.
It's like this spot at the table has been claimed forever. But if I sat somewhere else, it would look odd.
I am the only person who willfully sits next to Alejandro unless we are discussing a work-related topic.
No one else sits on either side of him. They're all intimidated by him, and sitting next to him makes it difficult for them to function, but the seat on his left, where I sit? I own it.
His face appears clean today, as if he has finally shaved, and he appears to be well rested. I blink, waking up from my stupor to see that his plump pink lips are moving.
"Your temperature appears to be normal" . My cheeks are reddening as I give him a blink.
"I fell last night, and I... have a bad headache." I say. He looks at me almost sceptically as he nods, purses his lips, and adjusts his watch.
Ah shit, the confrontation is about to begin.
"Are you sure this has nothing to do with our upcoming meeting with your principal?"
"I swear I didn't look-" I end my conversation and turn to him, my heart breaking for a different reason.
Meeting? Which gathering? I give him a worried glance. "What's your point?" "I don't know, she called and we need to be there today," he sighs.
After that, he gives me a hard look. "You'll take some medicine, we'll go to the meeting, and if you still feel sick, I'll take you home, is that right?" I am forced to nod because he is looking at me expectantly and it is not a question.
"Am I understood?" he asks, frowning. I sigh. "Yes." I get a nod of approval as I mumble.
"Bravo, ragazza"! He says with a nod, "Now, Principessa, eat your breakfast, take your medication, and get dressed."
We can leave early. "After that, I have a few meetings." He says he's returning to his plate.
And the dread I feel at having to go into the principles office with Alejandro, of all people, is not diminished by the butterflies I feel at him calling me a good girl.
I didn't need my future partner to be there either; it was already embarrassing enough to be there alone all the time.
And just when I thought the universe would spare me a lifetime of shame and do me a favor. . . .
We arrive at the school well into the first period, and I practically stutter as we walk the halls.
I was dreading this visit and trying to get as far away from the headmistress's office as possible.
She wasn't my type. She has always advised us students to refer to her as Maggie, her first name.
However, don't be deceived by the preppy smile—behind it is a nasty, evil woman. She only excels at constantly making me feel inferior.
Even though I'm not the smartest student, she shouldn't treat me like one. The fact that I'm doing poorly in math, science, and literature already makes me feel awful.
I do not require anyone else to hold my hand. Additionally, I am still a musical genius, but Maggie may not find that sufficient.
I linger behind Alejandro, nervous and agitated at the same time, as he moves ahead of me, calm and collected in his suit.
I reluctantly enter the dreadful office after he hands me the key and nods for me to do so first.
The location where I've spent a lot of time feeling like complete and utter crap as she yells at me. I'm a fairly good student who never runs late, avoids trouble, and keeps to myself.
However, she continues to find ways to dissect me. "I'm not paying enough attention in class."
"My test responses are simply incorrect."
"I ought to be aware of the material."
However, I try. I try my hardest to pay attention, and when I realize how much of a failure I am, I already tear myself down.
I didn't need her to do it as well. Maggie gives me a joking glance up before slightly widening her eyes as she looks at Alejandro.
Probably finding him appealing. Refrain. He's half your age. She stands tall and smiles brightly as she extends a hand.
"How were you, Mr....?" In response to her hand shake, Alejandro simply nods with that serious expression on his face.
"Mr. Gonzalez. Thank you for finally meeting me, Ms. Howard."
His manner of speaking with a slight Italian accent is so fiery that it makes my insides melt, and his tone is polite.
"Please call me Maggie, please. Camila, how are you doing today, sweetie? Maggie smiles and turns her attention to mine.
I hate you.
"Fine." I say nothing as I ignore Maggie and take one of the two seats in front of her desk.
Alejandro sits down next to me in the chair, but before he does so, he passes behind me and puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Comportati." He whispers into my ear. Behave) After checking his watch, he then sets his firm gaze on Maggie.
"I have places to be, so I hope this doesn't take too long," "Certainly, Sir.
" I simply wanted to talk about Camila's academic work".
We only have a few more months until the end of the school year and the start of final exams, as you are aware". I become tense as she speaks.
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