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𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 together as she observed her brother's giddy exterior. Polo's hand grasped his locker door as he swung it shut, his opposite hand moving within the motion of the air as he talked to his girlfriend. There was a hint of gray to his blue eyes, every so often shining a flash of a twinkle once his lips would lift and reveal a pristine smile. His body had appeared more relaxed and calm, his posture bold.
It had been a sight for sore eyes, an image of her twin that had only seemed to exist in memory. With the snap of Guzman's fingers, it was as if Polo's depression had been plucked from the right side of his brain and he had returned to the normal bend to the knee happy go-lucky Polo Villada, best friend who'd do absolutely anything for those he loved in order to gain self pleasure of his own.
There was a slight array to his presence, however.
They were twins after all, and Charisma could see right through the overly ironed blazer and tie with creases near the top knot where he more than likely could not get it right the first time due to the overstimulated jitters of his hands from pure elation and nerves. Though his smile was genuine and adorned his straight pearly teeth, she could see the twitch atop of his right ear; noting how every time only one dimple shined instead of two, his ear twitched.
Polo couldn't meet the full content of nirvana but he was faking it until he made it and felt it to the bone.
Charisma didn't know what was more infuriating. The fact that Polo could easily walk in and out of the locker room as an entirely different person, that Guzman actually acknowledged him and hugged out their resolving conflicts, or the fact that Polo's desperation was so drastic that he could not see through the glass that something was wrong, and this was not as it seemed.
There was no way... absofuckinglutely no way, that after Carla's confession, the shit Samuel dug, and the court hearing, that Guzman woke this random day and thought, "hm, let's forget this hell ever happened."
Her bitterness and jealousy had absolutely nothing to do with it.
Okay, so maybe it had - just a bit; and the only thing that could make her feel an ounce better than to have Guzman still ignore her spirits was to blame it on the idea that he really didn't want Polo back in his life - that his actions were some dark and twisted ploy to discover the truth, and what truth Charisma still had no idea.
She still felt a tug and pull with it all. Charisma wanted to believe her brother had nothing to do with Marina's death but regardless of the judge and Carla's withdrawal accusation, the gut feeling of her stomach knew that no matter how many lies Polo strung, they were not fully true - and for that she hated him for dragging her down to the pits of hell.
