heartless | kevin alvarez

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her hands slid up the back of his head, his down the curve of her back, his mouth on hers, completely dominating the kiss.

her heart was beating fast, she'd hooked up with guys before, no romantic feelings attached. but with kevin? she felt her whole body move with the kiss.

it was a sloppy one, no love intended with it, by the harsh way he was kissing it was obvious he was aiming for one thing.

"A-ALE?!!!!!! KEVIN?!!"

his hands stopped their travel around her body as he pulled away, panting. his eyes locked onto hers for a second before darting to the voice that hollered his name.

ale, on the other hand, had no time to admire the handsome man infront of her, her eyes shot to the voice immediately knowing who it was, sending her heart into her ass.

"WHAT. THE. FUCK." solana stood there, a confused, angry look on her face. the curly headed boy from earlier standing behind her, a confused expression across his face.

"o-oh my god.. sol.." ale stumbled, unliking her body from kevin's.

"...que..?" kevin shared the same expression as curly-head, before turning to alessandra and studying her features slowly, making the connections. "oh.. o-OH.. OH SHIT!" he backed away.

ale's heart was beating fast, this time not from an adrenaline rush of love, more so fear. not from being caught, she wasn't sorry. she was horrified sol would storm out and never talk to her again. she'd have to fly back to brazil, cry in neymar's and rafa's arms, maybe quit acting. she didn't know; her mind was racing.

to her surprise, sol's expression softened as she looked at her bestfriend. were they going to fall out as hard as maddy & cassie?

solana turned to her brother, her facial expression immediately changing.

"kevin. you KNOW she's my best friend you fucking whore." she growled.

"yeah, i do know, I JUST DIDN'T RECOGNIZE HER! so don't yell at me!" he hissed back
"if anything, be mad at her!" he motioned towards ale, "shes the one dressed so much like a puta." his words stabbed through ale. the boy she'd grown up with, who'd cared so much for her and sol, just slut-shamed her.

the two girls minds literally linking as they both were about to speak, before kevin added on MORE, "...and.. and YOU!? YOU'RE FUCKING WITH MY TEAMMATE?" his expression turned even more angry. "QUE MIERDA, MEMO?!" he shouted.

memo's widened eyes softened, he was about to speak before being cut off,

"first of all, don't call my bestfriend a puta, you're the only PUTO here. you have a fucking girlfriend and you're up on my bestfriend." sol inched closer, furious at her brother.

"so? my love life doesn't fucking concern you." he rolled his eyes.

"it does if you're trying to fuck my best friend, perro tonto." she said, arm slipping around ale, pulling her close.

he let out a dry laugh, "stop being a hypocrite, you're the one that has memo, MY friend, standing behind like hes your damn novio."

"atleast memo isn't unloyal, i'm not doing anything wrong." she snapped back.

"mi malo, kevin, i didn't recognize your sister at first." memo's deep voice cut through the argument. "please stop yelling at them, you're going to cause a scene." he leaned in, motioning to the chismosos beginning to turn heads.

kevin clenched his fist, "you're lucky i don't kick your fucking ass right n-" "you're seriously drunk, calm the fuck down." memo's voice became sterner, as he clenched onto the shorter boy's fist.

alessandra was clinging onto solana's arm at this point, guilt riddling up in her stomach. she knew. she fucking knew. she didn't know of the girlfriend, but she knew that was her best friend's brother. what was going to happen? what the FUCK was going to happen? was it over between them? was she going to lose her partner in crime? her right hand?

"let me take you guys home, ubers at this hour can't be trusted, especially with two girls like you... n-not trying to sound like.. sexist or anything." memo stammered, scratching the back of his head.

"no, no, i get it, especially in this part of town, yeah we'll go, thank you so much." solana replied, softening the boys nerves.

"alright, lets go." he smiled, dragging a steaming hot kevin to the car.

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the group climbed into memo's car, it was a really nice car, guess futbol money paid off.

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"i'll have kevin spend the night at mine." the tall boy's voice broke the silence. kevin was staring out the window, drunk and not willing to argue.

"gracias, memo, i really really appreciate it." sol yawned, holding ale close.

ale's nerves were in her throat, still worried that as soon as she got home, sol would kick her to the curb with the fastest ticket straight home.

she felt eyes on her, two pairs, actually.

she looked up to solana, who made eye contact with her but- .. it wasn't angry, it was soft, almost in a pitiful way.

solana knew her bestfriend, and she began to feel her body jitter next to her, like if the alcohol had wore off. her hand ran up and down the anxiety-ridden girl's arm. all ale could do was flash a small smile.

the other pair of eyes were burning on her, she looked in the rear-view mirror, to see kevin with a hard-to-read look on his face. angry, annoyed, but also, apologetic.

god, was it going to he worth getting into it with this erratic, handsome-ass man?

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