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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. She didn't care that she had been late for her first and second classes nor did she care that she was nearly missing her third. The image of a towel clad Guzman with his arm around her towel glad brother, both with unsure smiles burned in the back of her mind. It didn't make any sense and the youngest Villada had know clue as to why all of a sudden Guzman was basking in his old friendship when days prior he had just jumped Polo of all sorts and nearly beat him to a pulp (at least he would have if others hadn't intervened).
Guzman's hatred towards her brother was evident and everyone knew he thrived off ensuring Polo didn't have a good year and fought to get him kicked out of school. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with him and Charisma didn't blame him for that. She wasn't stupid, deep down there had been an specified reason behind Guzman's actions and unlike Chari, she knew her brother would be stupid and not see it even if someone were waving a red flag in front of his nose. There was more to Guzman's sudden burst of forgiveness and kiss and make-up and while she wanted to get down to the nitty-gritty and discover the truth, her attention was upon the anger boiling in her stomach.
Unfortunately, like her twin, Charisma had an anger problem or two... the only difference being, she was more susceptible to controlling her urges and finding healthy ways of managing her fits. The minute she opened the photo, all she felt was an ignition of fire eroding her core. Guzman was a walking contradiction and his amends to Polo was solid proof that screamed cowardly.
What made her bewilder in anger was the fact he hadn't even made an inch towards her when she hadn't done anything besides try to be supportive, even when all he did was treat her like she was low class... even then, he treated the underbellies better than her. She simply was nonexistent and she demanded to know why, especially now.
There was no more tip toeing around him on campus and purposely walking the other direction. Sure, she tried calling and messaging but that was way easier than gaining the courage to see him in person and attempt to talk to him. It was time for her to now cower and finally gain some understanding.
Her feet grooved on autopilot, noting the time of third period to be when Guzman would once again be in the pool for the second or third time of morning. If she timed it just right, he would be in the locker room and alas, as she strode through the two doors and down the aisle where she knew the location of his locker like the back of her hand.
Charisma's eyes landed upon his bare back from across the room and without a huff of hesitation she stalked down, ignoring the whistles and wandering eyes lingering her way. Guzman was oblivious to the intensified locker room banter that he hadn't noticed a newfound arrival to his aisle until his locker door shut, making him jump in place.
