Confusion II
Camila's POV
It's not until I walk out of my closet in my school uniform that I stop to see Alejandro still passed out on my bed. With a roll of my eyes I grab the nearest pillow and throw it at his head. "Alejandro."
He stirs but doesn't budge. I throw another one this time smacking his face.
With a heavy groan, the brute snaps his eyes open as they flash with anger and frustration before traveling across the room and dimming down with realization.
I can practically hear the cazzo he's repeating in his head as his head moves from side to side.
I don't wait for it to all click before I speak next. "Get up and get your ass ready for the day."
He sits up, his tan broad shoulders slumping as he runs a hand through his hair, it's physical torture to snap my eyes away. "What the fuck happened?"
Ah fuck, and that voice. Husky and low, dripping with fatigue.
Yeah, there was no way I could move on from someone like him and live a life free of the what ifs.
"You mean when you came in here talking about teddy bears and practically suffocated me into sleeping next to you?" I deadpan and his head snaps up to mine in alarm.
"Cazzo, Principessa-" He instantly stands and I can see him finally processing the events of yesterday. He shakes his head, regret being the clearest emotion on his face. "I'm sorry. The kiss-"
My heart squeezes and I force my face to stay neutral as I stare at the regret on his face. "Don't worry I already forgot it happened." I brush off, making my way around him to make my bed.
"You made a mistake, just don't let it happen again." It hurts to pretend that I don't care, but it saves me my pride.
He's silent and when I cast him a curious glance, he eyes me intently. "Is that really how you feel?"
I sigh like having this conversation feels redundant. "Honestly, if these past few days alone have taught me anything, it's that we aren't be compatible. Crossing that line will only make things worse."
In all honestly the past few days taught me that I needed to stop getting carried away and opening my heart to a man who could crush it with a few words.
Alejandro's face drops slightly. His brows furrow like he's processing my words but doesn't know why they sting.
When I cared too much, he closed himself off and denied. But when I was the one dismissing him, he didn't know how to act.
Play it down and you've got him.
"Now, is there a reason why you're still standing here?" I purse my lips and raise a brow. "I need to make my bed."
His face searches mine and when I show no signs of extreme emotion, he nods and retreats, still trying to make sense of what I'd said. "Of course."
He doesn't hang his head as he walks out of the room, but his shoulders do slump, and I get the feeling he feels somewhat rejected.
I finally let a smile slip free as I watch after him.
Was this what accomplishment felt like?
If so, it felt damn good.
. . .
"You get your calculus test back today, right?"
"Not sure." I shrug, looking up at Marco as he speaks to me from his spot at the table.
He nods, seeming to be thinking it over. "When you do, show it to me. You probably did well but I want you to let me look over your work. "
My brows furrow at why he would want that but I nod before returning my attention to my empty plate.
I think about the test and I find myself getting all giddy. I had finally felt like I was getting somewhere in that class and all the studying was paying off.
My gaze travels to the now room temperature food begging to be devoured as my stomach grumbles.
But we had to wait.
We all had to wait until Alejandro took his seat. Apparently it was a whole tradition, something about respect but he was taking so long.
I had an inkling his tardiness had everything to do with the hangover he is no doubtedly supporting yet when he walks into the room, he looks anything but hungover.
His face is freshly shaved, his dress shirt lays against his broad frame without a wrinkle, and his hair is the perfect mix of messily put together.
He nods to all his men as he takes his seat, while all I get is a fraction of a glance as his eyes meet mine in passing.
I don't let the awkwardness deter me. But I can't pinpoint if it's stemming from his drunk confession yesterday or my dismissal.
Either way, I was going to pretend like I didn't care about either. "Morning." I chirp distractedly as I pull out my phone and occupy myself with going through my dm's. I didn't have any mutual friends, but I did get a kick out of reading the thirsty ones.
"Morning." He responds and when I glance at him, his attention is directed at piling food onto his plate.
I send him a tight lipped smile, one that he doesn't notice because he's too busy reaching for his phone and picking up a conversation with someone on the other end of it, effectively avoiding me.
I set my phone down on the table and try not to get carried away. The man was beyond confusing. Annoyance bubbles at the way he seems to be dismissing me so well and I'm about to say something but am cut off.
"What the hell, Camila!" I turn my attention to my left. Ethan sits up in his chair, yanking my phone towards him as he angrily stares at the screen. "Why are you talking to all these random men?"
It's not loud enough for the rest of the table to hear, but the conversation coming from my right slowly dims.
"I'm not." I frown, unimpressed with the way he looks like he's going to snap my phone in half.
He turns my phone screen towards me, the glint in his eyes accusing. "Then explain why all these men are leaving you messages that are far from innocent?!"
Alejandro's conversation comes to a halt and I can imagine his eyes trailing over my shoulder to the screen Ethan's pointing towards me.
Interesting...
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