The Idea Of You

10| He Is Gentle In Disguise Pt. 2

Alejandro

I felt something wet fall onto my nose, I slowly open my eyes. I started to sit up but I couldn't move, I looked to my side to see Layla, cuddling next to me, preventing me from moving.

"Layla." I yawned.

I relaxed back on the grass, giving up trying to get her off of me. I looked at her she was fast asleep, she looked peaceful; who would've thought something like that happened to her, who had the audacity to do that to her? Just thinking about it pissed me off, making my thoughts wonder to something violent. I grabbed my phone to look at the time, it was 9:13 at night. I let out a sigh, I can't believe we slept out here.

"Princesa its time to wake up, I need to take you home." I whispered with a small yawn.

She let out a groan, holding me tighter. I turned the flash on, on my camera, shining it in her face. Her face scrunched up, "What the hell." She muttered, sitting up.

"That got you up." I stood up, shaking my hair and wiping myself off.

"Come on." I held out my hand, she grabbed it and I pulled her up.

I shined the light on the ground so we could see where we were stepping.

After a couple minutes passed we finally made it to the car.

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"What flavor Gatorade do you want?" I questioned, pulling into the drug stores parking lot.

"Fruit punch." She whispered.

"And if they don't have fruit punch."

"Orange."

"Okay." I got out the car and before I closed the door, I leaned back inside, "Don't get out of this car." I ordered, locking the doors behind me. I entered the store, being greeted by the cashier. I walked straight to the back, grabbing a fruit punch Gatorade out the fridge.

"That's it?"

"Can I get a pack of dutches?"

"I.D?"

I dug into my back pocket pulling out my wallet, and my I.D, I had the same name on it just a different birthdate. He looks at my I.D then back at me, with a shocked expression on his face

He cleared his throat, "Checks out." He hands me back the I.D and I put it back into my wallet.

I looked outside the stores window, checking on Layla.

I just want to get her home.

I felt my annoyance and frustration grow rapidly as the store clerk moved at a pace worthy of a sloth. I started to tap my feet on the floor, effectively showing my annoyance. Until the ringing of a bell took me out of it, I snapped my head towards the entrance door to see Layla standing their, fidgeting with her hands.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "I told you to stay in the car."

"I have to use the bathroom." She stated, her legs slightly bouncing.

I clocked my head towards the bathroom, giving her permission to go.

"Ohh... doesn't she have a nice figure."

I scowled and focused my glare back to the clerk, who was staring Layla down with lust filled in his eyes. I scoffed at him, ignoring the way the corners of his lips twitched into a smirk.

"I wonder what she would look like naked." He taunted quietly.

The more he open's his mouth the more pissed off I got. I yanked the man by his collar over the counter, "Why don't you watch your mouth, and fucking do your job?" I growled. The man chocked and spluttered for a few moments until I finally released him with a nudge back, he doubled over with a coughing fit. I watch in silent amusement as he rubbed his throat delicately, his snarky demeanor replaced by fear.