In a world of deceit and harshness, she tries to survive.
But when Axel is involved , survival doesn't exist.
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#7 in Axel
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Axel and I eventually got home a little late. We all sat in the living room watching "Cinderella" at one or two in the morning. It's pretty obvious Matteo made us watch it. I wasn't complaining though, I love Disney movies.
Honestly, I don't know how I got so comfortable with them in just the span of one week. Or was it two?
That's how comfortable I am. I don't even remember the length of time I've known them for.
I know it was dumb to ask to stay at their house, but come on.. does Matteo really seem like a harmful person? But I'm not completely stupid, I'll still be careful.
I wasn't paying attention to the movie because throwing popcorn kernels at Axel is much more entertaining.
Eventually I just started bullying and nagging Axel with Matteo. Best source of entertainment if you ask me.
Then Matteo ditched me.
I love it here.
Anyways.
I tilt my head slightly and analyze Axel—whose head is buried into his phone— in the dark, starting from his hair. His dark brown, untamed hair covers his eyes just a little.
His hair definitely grew out from the last time I saw him. Not that I was paying attention to him or anything.
I'm a little—very— jealous of his lashes. Because how are they so long? And don't even get me started on his perfectly shaped eyebrows which are furrowed as he takes a slow sip of the orange juice in his hand, while he scrolls on whatever app he was on.
I'm an apple juice kinda lady.
My eyes then skim further down—not even glancing at his lips— his body and Lord, something about his Adam's apple bobbing up and down... It has not reason being that attractive.
"Are you finished looking?" His voice makes me jump.
Does this bitch have night vision goggles on or some shit..?
"You know, eres un verdadero gilipollas," I mutter one of the only Spanish phrases I know. {You're a real asshole.}
"Y eres jodidamente molesta, but I don't say shit about it, do I?" {And you're fucking annoying.}
Molesta..? This bitch.
I huff, "I am not annoying."
"The ten thousand kernels you threw at me beg to differ," he grumbles, dusting popcorn off of his hoodie grumpily.
