𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

thirteen

S U R I - S I M O N E

"...You think he's dead?" I spoke, breaking the silence that loomed over us as we drove to the local airport.

Axel sighs and shakes his head, placing a hand on his forehead and tangling some of his hair around his fingers. "No...I seriously doubt you nicked any serious artery. He'll live...maybe..."

I smirked but it quickly faded into a sullen pout as I stared out straight ahead. It was becoming increasingly dense with trees, I can only hope a deer doesn't run out in front of the truck.

"He deserves it. I should've known better than to trust someone who seemed too perfect. The cute, cheesy dates...funny pick up lines, the nice gestures...I can't believe it was all a front."

Axel glimpses over at me for a split second. "Hey, I can't say I hadn't told you so–"

I give him a frown and he laughs. "–Okay, I won't say it...but honestly in this world there's some really fucked up people, it's sometimes easy to tell who's good...like how I think of you."

I lift a brow. "You think I'm good?"

"Yeah, sure. You literally have a heart of gold, you're pure...if I didn't think you were I don't think I would be so protective of you. I wish I could shield you from every bad thing out there, like your own personal superhero." He says with a grin, and with a gazed look as if he were actually thinking of that scenario.

"I think you have the capabilities to be something like a superhero, or like an anti-hero, like Venom."

There was a frown on his face mixed with a coy grin. "Venom? Seriously?"

We share a laugh.

It's strange how we go through our petty fights, but then have moments like these etched into it; As if we weren't arguing just hours ago.

He reaches over and intertwined our fingers, bringing mine up to his lips to kiss. "I'm sorry I brushed you off earlier...when you wanted to talk about us. There's no excuse for that..."

I nod slowly. "I won't lie and say it didn't leave me feeling foolish, maybe just a little heartbroken too."

"I...You know how I feel about you, Suri. From the very first time I met you, I couldn't help but to think "Ay dios mío, she's so fucking gorgeous, literally a walking Sorolla." I felt like I was standing in the presence of a goddess, and I am now that I think of it. The night we danced to Angel Canales, it felt like what prom should've been for me. You make me feel things that I never thought I could, and I'm spaniard so it is embedded in my DNA to be this romantic, suave guy."

I laughed a little. "Yeah, you've been nothing short of expressing your feelings, it just makes it different, actually, better, to hear you verbally say it. I don't like to assume what someone is thinking, and I just knew you were playing games or something...I wanted to believe you were the player...especially after that thing you had with the waitress from the bar."