𝐉𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭 | 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 12

Amaya hadn't been answering any of Alora's calls. She was beginning to get a little worried. Alora knew she had probably figured out what Alora did by now. Taking her to the ice cream parlor so the rest of them could jump Hawk or Eli, whatever his name was. She was almost tempted to just show up at her house but had chosen an alternative instead. She knew that what she was doing was stupid and could possibly end in her getting her ass beat. But was she still gonna do it? Yes.

She headed towards Encino immediately after practice because Amaya had told her that she sometimes stayed a little late at the Larusso's after practice. She walked up to the door of the nice house and knocked on it. A dark-haired lady opened it, who Alora figured out to be Sam's mom, Amanda. She was very surprised to see her there and opened her mouth to say something but Alora beat her to it.

"I'm not here to cause any trouble. I just wanna talk to Amaya," Alora said, making her intentions clear. Amanda looked at her for a moment and then hesitantly stood aside to let her into the house.

"They're out back," Amanda said, leading her to the backdoor. Alora walked out to see Amaya, Demetri, and Eli all talking to each other and laughing. Uh oh, Alora thought when she saw Eli's new shaved head. She knew she was in even more trouble when she saw the pissed expressions come over all of their faces, now directed toward her. Alora beckoned her to come closer.

"What do you want?" Amaya glared.

"I want to explain," Alora said, hoping she would hear her out.

"Explain what? About how you distracted me while your friends jumped Eli? There's nothing to explain," Amaya said, going to walk away.

Alora grabbed her arm lightly, pulling her back. "I was protecting you. Yes, I took you away but I did it because I didn't want you to get hurt."

"Oh, like you did to him?" Amaya motioned behind her to Eli.

"I-"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam interrupted, appearing out of nowhere and walking up to them.

"This has nothing to do with you," Alora hissed. The nerve of this girl. All of this and she still hasn't gotten a wake-up call that not everything was about her.

"It's okay, Sam. I got this," Amaya said, her eyes never leaving Alora. Sam glared at Alora, being met with the same piercing stare, and walked away.

"I don't wanna think about all the possibilities of the things that could've gone wrong if you were there. And I'd do it again if it meant you were safe. So you can be pissed at me all you want but I'm not sorry." And with that, Alora walked away and out of the Larusso's house.

Robby and Alora were spread out across the couch watching I Love Lucy. It had always been Alora's comfort show since she was a little girl. She and Amaya used to sit on the floor right beside her mother's chair and watch it while her mom did her makeup or stressed over her clothes. That was before she lost her mind to drugs and their dad lost his life to liquor.

"What is your obsession with this show?" Robby chuckled. He sat at the end of the couch with Alora's legs thrown across his lap as he mindlessly rubbed her legs.

"It's peak comedy. Plus her singing's really funny. Although, she sounds better than you, green eyes," she giggled.

"Oh really?" his eyes widened. Then, he started loudly singing Take Me Home, Country Roads causing Alora to start laughing and cover his mouth with her hands, muffling his singing but didn't stop it. Robby always knew how to lighten up her mood even when he didn't know why she was upset. She didn't wanna tell him why because he might've thought it was his fault, which it was but she didn't want him to feel bad regardless.