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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐨'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 were glued to Valerio's right hand, watching as his grip would change between tightening around his sister's upper bare thigh to sprawling his fingers across to massage her skin. At first Valerio's action seemed nonchalant, casually dropping his water bottle on the passenger side floor only to pick it up and place it in the cup holder before casually placing his hand upon her knee. What started as an innocent placement upon her kneecap drew higher and higher until her black skirt was hitched to her upper thigh.
It was taboo for Polo to be looking at his twin in such a narrow intimate context, especially when the thought of Valerio touching his younger sister disgusted him, however, he couldn't pull his eyes away. There was something about Valerio and Charisma that didn't sit right with him. Every time Valerio's fingers would softly graze vertical lines along her flesh, making his sister sigh in content with a closed mouth smile that reached her left dimple did Polo's brows cower down meeting his rumple nose.
He was absent minded to his own heated stare and contortion of facial features until Cayetana reached for his hand upon his on lap giving him a comforting squeeze. His girlfriend looked at him with a reassuring smile to which he returned and nodded his head once she asked him if he was okay.
It was an odd form of jealousy.
Polo Benevant Villada was jealous of Valerio Montesinos.
Polo couldn't remember the last time his sister acknowledged him in a positive light nor could remember the last time she genuinely smiled with her eyes and laughed wholeheartedly to something he said. In general, it had been a long time since he saw his sister happy and what threw him for a loop was seeing how genuine she responded to the older Montesinos. Last night all Polo could hear were synchronized moans coming from the bedroom next door to him, followed by pounding against the wall. Both had been just enough to sober him up at 1 in the morning once he and Cayetana took the party to his bedroom.
His girlfriend only giggled and made jokes about the pair but neither could loosen Polo's hardened exterior. That was, until he turned the dial on his stereo as loud to drown out his sister's voice and Cayetana dropped to her knees. One would think a man's attention would solely lock upon a woman taking him into their mouth, however, for Polo, he still couldn't shake the happenings on the other side of the door - especially when following his climax he could still hear them into the night until he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and sleep took over.
Polo's assumptions were that the rondevu between his friend and sister were to be a one night stand of sorts, however, he didn't expect their sudden burst of public affection to linger the following morning.
He was hypnotized by the smile upon his sister's face and how her aura radiated with warmth and tranquility but he didn't like how overnight she transformed from a drastic cold shell to a shine of light. Or maybe, it was because while he finally saw her showing some emotion besides distaste and animosity, it didn't hold when he came into the room.
No matter how hard he tried, there was no amount of sharp objects that could slice the tension whenever he and his sister were in a room together. If it weren't for the lasers radiating out her pupils or her sharp tongue, their entire invisible telepathic connection was cut in half. Just as every one of his friends, his own flesh and blood had cut him off.
Granted, only he was to blame for that one.
As much as the youngest Villada liked to assume she was conniving and sneaky, it was no secret to her older brother that she was sneaking out and in at night with his best friend. Polo was an observer. Little by little he noted how Guzman would come over frequently, each time being when he 'didn't know' Polo was busy but still chose to stick around until he got home, how his eyes would travel to Charisma and his attention would divert to her the second her voice painted the air... how her eyes would dilate every time he'd walk into the room. It was subtle glances and touches of the hand, how Guzman would hold the door open for Chari and rest his hand on her lower back while he entered behind (something he never did to Lu).
At first glance, Polo assumed Guzman perceived Charisma as another younger sister - they had been friends since childhood after all. It only made sense that Guzman felt just as protective with Chari, similar to how Polo felt protective of Marina at times. However, Polo didn't go around kissing Marina behind Guzman's back and leaving trials of hickeys where anyone could see. Instead, he was hitting her in the head with a trophy.
The frightful night haunted him like the grim reaper trailing him until death decided to no longer knock but pull him through the door and send him down to fiery pits. The act was innocent, unexpected, a mere accident yet he still couldn't shake the guilt that submerged him from all his lies. In the beginning, he was in denial. Not even Polo could come to terms with the fact that his anger overpowered him to the brink of a black out. He couldn't even remember what truly had occurred. One minute, he was practically begging for Marina to give him the watch, like a toddler playing tug-o-war with a toy is how the two were with the accessory. Once her shrill laughter taunted his mind, did everything blur and he imagined his life falling apart, all due to the redhead who refused to give him the watch to which he snapped. The rest to follow was a downward spiral to hell.
Secrets were tenuous to the Villada twins.
Both could tell when the other was lying, easily read when they weren't sharing the full truth. Normally, it wasn't difficult for either to confide in the other, however, with this Polo thought he was protecting Charisma. He didn't want to drag her body to a grave beside his own. By keeping the truth from her, he thought their relationship would remain synonymous. In the end, it only tore them apart and put them on different continents.
There were times he felt as if he could tell her the truth but once she began to blame him for her failed relationship with Guzman did he pull back. He felt guilty that Guzman affiliated her with him and Mariana, she honestly had no idea and was blind sided just as Guzman. Still, like Polo, Charisma was keen on holding grudges and he knew there was no telling when her grudge against him would end.
He only wished the pain of his actions would dissolve completely and that life would return to normalcy in some form. Polo desperately wanted his friends back in his life, he wanted to be liked, as much as he liked - settled - for Cayetana, he wanted Carla back in his arms, he wanted Charisma, and most importantly he wanted to feel love and wanted. His determination was vast, he'd already lost everything and he was now at the point where he'd go to any lengths to get any aspect of it back in his grasp.
"You coming?" Cayetana smiled, giving Polo's palm a sympathetic squeeze plucking him from his abiding thoughts to reality. He blinked and shook his head, glancing at the two in the front seat then nodding at his girlfriend, following her exit.
Swinging his backpack over his shoulder, he shut the door behind him, leaning his elbows against the open passenger window. Glancing between his sister and Valerio with curiosity he muttered, "what are you guys doing?"
"Unfinished business," his sister smiled coyly before pressing the button on the door handle to roll up the window, placing a glass shield between them.
