Curing His Love Allergy

Chapter 11 - Alejandro

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I've never seen Alejandro like this. His whole demeanor changed. He had this hooded look in his eyes when he called me toward him after I told France where the ice was.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked Alejandro. I was genuinely curious.

"Well, I realized I judged you too quickly. You're actually really cool, Tiara," he said, making me feel flustered.

"Wow, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm enjoying your company, Ale," I said, flirting.

"What can I say? I'm irresistible."

"You wish," I fake scoffed.

"You want some champagne, Tee?" He asked using my mom's nickname. I didn't say anything because I kinda liked it.

"Sure, Ale," I said with a smile.

He returned with two glasses of champagne. I smiled and said, "Thanks."

"So, Tiara, I don't really know much about you. Tell me about yourself."

"What do you wanna know?" I asked him.

"Ummm... Let's play a game. I ask a question, then you answer, then I answer the question. You get it?"

"I think I kinda get it..."

"Okay, so what's your middle name?"

"It's Stella. So it's Tiara Stella Matthews," I said.

"Stella, hmm, that's cute," he winked.

"What's yours?"

"Alejandro Romano Rubén," he said, rolling the Rs off his tongue.

"So sexy," I teased, sipping my champagne.

"Okay, Tee, umm, what's your fav color?"

"Come on, you can guess this."

"Light pink, it's obvious. You're wearing it right now," he said knowingly.

"Ding ding ding," I said, mimicking a bell.

"Mine is forest green."

"That's cool too," I said.

"Okay, so, um, when is your birthday?"

"Mine is December 1," I said.

"That's nice and a couple of weeks from now," he said, smirking.

"What's yours, Ale?"

"It's August 6."

And so the game went on. Us asking each other questions and getting to know each other. We had similar tastes in music and bands.

"What is your fav song by the Arctic Monkeys?" he asked me.

I went for an old classic, "A Certain Romance," I said cheekily.

"Well, mine is Mardy Bum." When he said that, I couldn't help but laugh my ass off.

"It's great and all, but I never knew you were that type of Monkeys fan," I told the fine-looking boy in front of me.

"Chica, I'm the biggest Monkeys fan ever."

"Okay, Ale, anything you say," I replied, trying to irritate him.

"Hey, did you bring a change of clothes for the after-party?" I asked Ale, also changing the subject.

"Yeah... why?" he asked me.

"Cause it's almost time for the after-party, and anyone who was in the pool can't go inside my house in swimwear."

"Okay, chica," he said.