In which a student of Las Encinas gets challenged by a certain blond.
Netflix's ELITE Season 1.
Guzman Nunier.
WARNING: Toxic relationships, bullying, addictions, blood.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters or plot of ELITE. I just own my charac...
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E A T I N G W I T H H E R F A T H E R could always go two ways. Either Laila and Frederick were both quiet, enjoying their meals in dusty silence, or they were talking and it would lead into an argument, maybe even a fight. That early evening, when the sun was already setting behind the horizon, Laila was silent, mostly because her mind was far far away, playing her encounter with Guzman over and over again. She felt idiotic, having given Guzman a chance, but then again Laila didn't expect much from him anymore. She knew the guy's mood twisted and turned every few seconds so to give herself some peace, Laila sent Guzman to Nadia.
It was a little selfish, especially after Laila promised Nadia she'd never talk to Guzman again, but there was so little she could do when it came to him. She hated him, she truly and sadly did, but Guzman had something in him that just didn't allow Laila to move on calmly. She hated to admit she thrived when it came to challenging the posh male, it was addictive and Laila was already deep into her addiction. How much deeper was it possible to go, Laila didn't wish to know.
Not that the next day after their meeting, Nadia had called Laila, thundering that Guzman came to apologize to her parents. Laila wondered how long it would take the blond to put her challenge into action.
Frederick, who had been sober and also silent, continued to eat his late lunch that Laila had made. It was delicious, but it reminded him so much of Victoria. Everything his daughter made - from food to the laundry reminded Frederick of his late wife, and the widower couldn't function properly because of it. He knew he should've been the luckiest person in the world to still have his daughter with him, a reminder of Victoria, but Frederick had never wanted children as much as he had wanted to please Victoria. For her, the man would've done everything, however, thus getting her pregnant just like she had wanted. Sometimes, he thought shamelessly, he would've done things for Laila just to please his wife even after her death. Like getting her into a school, whose principal's son was responsible for the love of his life's death.
Frederick continued to eat, sparing glances at a copy of Victoria, but there was also him in Laila, something he hated, because he wanted his daughter to look just like his wife. Frederick felt like loosing his mind, but when Laila glanced up at him from her thoughts, she looked flushed he was already looking back at her. Frederick cleared his dry mouth and managed to give his bitter daughter a small false smile. Something she didn't appreciate but he still tried. "How's school going?" Frederick questioned all of a sudden, the words which rolled out of his tongue not cooled yet when he realized that Las Encinas was the last topic Laila wanted to touch.
Laila's face twisted, her chewing slowed down, but she didn't answer right away. Laila hated touching a subject she argued most about with her father, and he, from what she saw, wanted to take his words back just as much. However, something in Laila clicked, and she knew their lunch/dinner would take a turn where they'd fight. Deep down, after his neglect, this was all she had wanted. "I'm having a hard time, nothing new," Laila exhaled sharply, moving her pasta around the plate with her fork.
