Bet | Camilo M.

31: Small fight

Camilo's POV

I was walking around the town after I finished one job when I caught a glimpse of Y/n with some boy I think was around my age. They were talking for a while until he suddenly points at me. Y/n looked over my direction but shrug it off as if she hadn't seen me. 

I frowned and huffed. Now I'm starting to get jealous.

"Calm down Camilo, they're just talking." I whispered to myself as I take deep breaths. But then she gestured him to come closer to her and whispered something in his ear, and they started laughing. 

I thought that was it, but I was wrong. The jerk suddenly pinned her to the wall, one hand above her head.

It was when I lost it. I start to walk towards them with heavy footsteps along the way. 

He's gonna regret this.

Y/n's POV

I kept stealing glances over Camilo and saw he was heading our way. Guess my plan worked. 

"Okay, so what am I gonna do next?" Al asked with a worried look on his face. Boy was scared for life.

"Just, stay in your position. He's heading this way." He turns his head but I grabbed his chin quickly. "Don't. look. back." he gulped and tiny drops of sweat trailed down from his forehead.

"Girl, I don't think I can do it. Don't you think he seemed mad enough? I'm not as tough as I look." he whispered.

"Oh come on, just act tough. Don't be such a gay."

"Well obviously I am, what can I do about it?" 

"Shush, just act tough. He won't hurt you" I lightly tap his shoulder. He sighed in relief. "I guess," I added.

"Wait--what? you guess?? bit--" he stopped mid sentence when Camilo suddenly pushed him aside. He gave him a death glare as his arms found its way to my waist. I blushed at his sudden movement.

"Just what the hell were you thinking trying to flirt with my girl?!" he says with his deep voice. He looks at him up and down. Now I feel bad for Al, he looks really nervous. 

"Cami, why don't we just head home and talk about this."

"No y/n!, I'm not letting him pass this." he says angrily, and let go of me. He then charges at Al and grabbed him by his collar. I watch as his veiny arms balled into a fist. This was what I was craving to see.

God, how can someone be so hot and scary at the same time.

"You listen to me," he says as he tightens his grip on his shirt. "No quiero verte coqueteando con ella a menos que quieras terminar enterrado 6 pies bajo tierra. ¿Lo tienes?" Al shakily nods his head. "S-si."

  (A/N: For those who didn't understand. 'I don't want to see you flirting with her unless you want to end up buried 6 feet underground. You got it?' I just used google translate because i don't speak spanish.)

Damn, he's even hotter when he speaks in spanish.

"Good." he let go of him as Al breath in for air. Camilo then grabs the basket placed on the ground. He grabbed my hand aggressively as he pulled me along with him. I looked back at Alano and mouthed 'thank you', he just simply nod his head and smiled and mouthed 'he's crazy in love with you'. 

I rolled my eyes 'I know' and let out a chuckle. I felt a squeeze in my hand and I looked over to Camilo. He didn't spare a glance or said something so I completely shrug it off to annoy him more.

When we reached my house he let go of my hand and went in first, putting the basket on the table, almost slamming it. I flinched and went to the sink to grab some water. I put back the glass I used and turned around to see him already in front of me. 

He put both his hands on each side and I have nowhere to run. His eyes were looking straight through my soul. "What was that about?" 

"What was what?" I asked as my eyes traveled down to his  slightly exposed chest. Fuck it. Not now y/n!!

"Stop acting dumb, you're making things hard for me."

"What things, exactly?"

"Just answer the goddamn question!" his eyes, his gorgeous innocent eyes were now filled with anger and jealousy.

"Camilo, I don't know what you're whining about. We were just talking, he was just helping me."

"By what? flirting? pinning you against the wall?" I looked down, avoiding eye contact. "Look at me señorita." he grabs my chin and held it up to meet his eyes. A few sweats trailed down the said of his face, both jealousy and lust in his eyes. 

This, this right here is what I wanna see. 

"Camilo, he's gay." I simply said with a poker face on.

"What?" he furrowed his eyebrows. I chuckled as I pat his head. "Why the hell are you laughing?" 

"You should've seen your face." I snorted as I breath in a lot of air while imitating his expression. He looked at me as if he was seeing a crazy lady. 

"What the fuck?" I heard him whisper. 

I wrapped both arms around his neck and looked at him lovingly. "Honestly, you look hotter in your rough side." I kissed his cheek before patting them and went out of the house.

Camilo followed behind. "So all this happened just because you want to see my rough side?" 

"Hmm, maybe?" I teased as I began sprinting.

"Hey! come back here!" I hear him shouting.

I continued running until I crossed path with Alano. I smiled brightly as I hid behind him. "Uh, what's happening?" he asked. I shushed him as I take a peak to see Camilo heading our way.

"Girl, your boyfriend's heading this way? Is he gonna beat me?" he asked worriedly and I shook my head. "He's here for me."

Camilo stopped while catching his breath. "Hey uh, Al, was it?" Al nods his head. "I'm sorry about earlier if I scared you. It's my girlfriend, she's crazy." he glared at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, I-It's fine. You can have her back, she's all yours." Al put both hands on my shoulders and made me stand in front Camilo. 

He attempts to grab my hand but I pulled it back and cling into Alano's arm. "Oh no you don't. I'd like to keep my clothes on thank you." 

He frowned and crossed his arms. Al looked at me with a confused face. "You two... already did 'it'? " he whispered. 

I smacked the back of his head and he yelped in pain. "No, you gay psycho."

"You mean not yet?" Camilo added.

"You want me to kick your churro again?" 

He shook his head repeatedly. "Please don't." 

"Then keep your nasty hands to yourself, you horny fifteen year old." I let go of Al and flicked Camilo's forehead. 

He rubs his forehead with his hand and pouted. "You're lucky I'm head-over-heels for you."

"Oh I know." I kissed his forehead.