𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 || Kevin Alvarez

Chapter 41

3rd person

"Come on in y/n" Luis mumbled. You sighed feeling a wave of discomfort in your stomach. This was a huge sign to leave, but instead you kept on preceding with this.

You smiled at Luis before you walked inside his room to spell a funky smell in his room. The smell tickled your nose, causing you to sneeze.

"Bless you." Luis said as he closed the door and locked it. You wiped your nose and watched him lock the door. Your Stomach dropped seeing the sight of that. You should leave. He's gonna do something. Your eyes grew wider as you shakily stood up, obviously in fear. Luis saw you look so uncomfortable. He smiled as he chuckled.

"Are you scared of me or something?" Luis asked, obviously joking. You didn't know rather or not to answer that truthfully.

"Come on y/n, we're dating." Luis said with a chuckle at the end. You sat down, shaking. Why were you so nervous? You knew Luis practically your whole teen life. You tried to calm down, but honestly you were just wishing to be by Kevin instead of him. If you knew how much discomfort Luis would give you, you would have stayed with Kevin.

"Okay so I just wanted to talk to you y/n." Luis started off. He got your attention as soon as he spoke. You ignored your urges to Just get up and leave, actually that doesn't sound to bad.

"Then speak. I already don't feel safe in here." You mumbled. Luis raised his eyebrows. He was highly confused to why you were so weird. Not even 4 months ago you would spend all your time with him, now you seem to not want anything to do with him. And Luis knew it had something to do with Kevin.

"Why? Don't you love me?" Luis asked as he sat down in a chair in front of you. Luis was very confused and nervous about what your answers would be.

You scuffed. The only reason why you hated Luis is because he's not the same person you thought he was. And the person to blame for that is you. You were so caught up in you and Luises relationship, that you ignored all the red signs. But after you spent 3 months with Kevin, you understood a lot more.

"No, I don't." You answered truthfully. It was cold, but you couldn't care about his feelings right now. You were more worried about your safety more than anything. You couldn't even think about what you said or how you said it, you just let your mouth spit out words.

Luis tilted his head with a little sad smile on his lips. His eyebrows raised upwards, while his chair moved side to side.

"What do you mean?" Luis asked with a little laugh at the end. He was in denial that you just said that. His brain couldn't comprehend that, neither could his heart.

"I mean exactly what I said." You spit. Your anger was obviously showing though you didn't know why you were so angry. Maybe it was Luis cocky voice, or maybe it was the fact Luis is so dense. Sure you have patience, but not with Luis, not anymore.

"I don't get it. Me and you Used to be inseparable, now you just hate me. Why?" Luis asked. Your anger only rose, and you just wanted to scream at Luis. It's so frustrating and irritating to explain the same thing over and over again to Luis Until he finally got what you were saying. Your hands started to shake with irritation. For your mouth, it spoke soft words with harsh meanings.

"Luis, when I was dating you I only thought about you. Everyday and ever night I just thought about you and us. My mind was just filled with your voice, body, touch, and I couldn't get enough of it. But that was because I had to much love to give, and you? You only gave me what I thought I wanted. You manipulated me to thinking what ever you do or say is true. I gave you pure love while you gave me illusions. And when I payed more attention to myself for once when I was moving, you complained that I wasn't giving you attention. For ONCE I just wanted to have some space. But you kept pushing. Even when I moved to Mexico, I only thought about you. I would space myself from different boys thinking about how you would feel. I never EVER got to feel how I want to. Even with Kevin, I would always think about you when I was with him. But now, after all that suffering I'm mad. Mad at myself for being so dense."