chapter 3.

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he wiped a tear from my face.

mateo: "I'm sorry Camilla. I wasn't even mad at you. I was mad at my father and..."

I looked down. I'm not ready to forgive him. he pulled out a large needle and asked

Mateo: "Can I?"

camilla: "Hell no!!!"

he smiled

mateo: "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt much!"

camilla: "No, I'm going to die, please don't"

mateo: "Camila you won't die, don't worry, just don't look at it"

he started sewing it.

camilla: "fuck im gonna die it hurt fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck"

i swear i heard him giggle. i looked at him

mateo: "all done."

i looked at my arm. gosh it looks... badass?😂

mateo: "does it hurt?"

camilla: "kinda..."

i looked at his eyes and i was about to hug him but i stopped bc i know he dont want it..

mateo: "camilla?..."

i swear he is nervous? he is never nervous!

camilla: "Yes?..."

mateo: "Um, my dad... he does some shit every year. It's like a snowball and I'm his oldest son, so I have to-... um... dance with my wife, so I wonder if... don't you want Come with me?"

I smiled

camilla: "yeah. when is it?"

mateo: "in two days"

camilla: "youre kidding me? i dont have dress!! how much is it fancy?"

mateo: "much"

camilla: "god... can i borrow your mom tomorrow?"

mateo: "dont ask me ask her. but yes you can she dont have dresses too."

i looked down in my thigh shyly.

mateo: "the hearts look badass on you"

i smiled

mateo: "i gotta go.."

camilla: "okay uhm bye.."

mateo: "bye"

he leaves. fuck this was wierd? never mind im gonna shower. fuck its 6 pm already i need to cook!

 fuck its 6 pm already i need to cook!

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