Perdóname ~ A Prince Royce Fanfiction

21 ~ Crew

*ALEXANDRIA'S POV*

"Okay so you still aren't gonna tell me who we're gonna have a chit chat with?" I asked Abel. We were in his garage, I waiting for him to get out of the car.

"No," He walked until he was behind me. A couple seconds passed until I looked back and saw Abel staring me down.

"What the fuck?" I asked completely confused.

He smirked "I enjoy the view back here."

"You've seen it more than twice, what is so fasinating about it?"

"I can never get enough of it," He walked passed me closer to the door and quickly kissed my forehead before opening the door.

"YOU BITCH!" was the first thing I heard as I walked into the slightly familiar household of Abel Tesfaye. This time, it was much brighter and actually looked full of life unlike the very first time I walked through here. I stood there, not taking anymore steps. Abel kept walking but stopped when he saw I wasn't following him.

"Come on," He extended his hand to me for me to hold. I looked at it then at him. I took a look behind him and saw some shadows moving around, talking, drinking.

"I'd rather---- not," I was nervous and I wasn't sure why.

"Too late to back down babe now come on," he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the active house.

"We hitting the clubs tonight or nah?" a male voice asked.

"Once Abel---" the voice stopped once I noticed Abel dragged me in front of him, placing me in the spotlight. He still held my hand.

"Guess he was thoughtful enough to bring us a private one," a bald guy who looked to be in his thirtys said. He also had a bull nose piercing.

"Excuse me but I don't do private shit for anyone. I'm just as confused as all of you are as to why I'm here," I let go of Abel's hand.

"What she meant is, this is Alex. Alex, this is---"

"No I didn't mean that," I interrupted.

"Who is she and what is she doing here?" A fat guy was next to talk.

Abel sighed "A friend of mine. Her name is Alexandria and I wanted you guys to meet her," all the guys looked at each other while holding back a laugh. All of them except the fat one.

"Abel, lets have a talk," the fat guy pulled Abel to the side into the kitchen.

"Nigga dead as fuck," A semi normal guy said. He had a goatee with a lip piercing. So piercings seemed to be cool around here. And, as the bull nose piercing dude showed, also tattoos.

"Who knows," A really skinny, baby faced dude said. Finally, they all turned to look at me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" bull nose piercing asked.

"I'm mentally asking myself the same shit," I stood my ground.

There were two couches. A big one, enough to seat four people and a smaller one for two people.

"ALEX! COME HERE!" I heard the familiar voice of Abel call me from the kitchen. I got up and all glares followed me to the kitchen. I walked in and the fat guy gave me a friendly nod.

"Um Alex this is Cash. He's my manager. Cash, this is Alex. I met her at the club in downtown."

Cash was checking me out all over. And he showed not even a hint of embarrassment.

"Nice to meet you," He extended his hand for me to shake.

"Same," I replied and took it.

"Alright so now that's out of the way, lets go introduce you to the rest of them," Abel separated the handshake by pulling me to the dining room with the rest of the guys "Order in the court motherfuckers," Abel barged into the dining room where the guys were yelling at each other.