Alejandro
I watched Layla sleep peacefully on my lap. The whole day I just wanted to be with her, she said she wanted to go out for boba, I didn't know what that was but it was enjoyable I just didn't quite like the balls.
Lets say I choked on it a couple of times.
And now we are at my place, chilling.
I brushed her curly hair out of her face. "hermosa." I whispered, planting a kiss on her lips.
Who would've thought I would be with miss popular or confessing my love to her. she started to move, "Lo siento, did I wake you?"
she shook her head, "No."
She started to stretch her legs out, I couldn't help but smile because of how cute she looked. "Why are you smiling?" she questioned, starring up at me with those big brown eyes.
"Porque tu muy linda."
"Muchas Gracias."
"Me encanta cuando hablas en español."
she covered her face embarrassed, "I sound like a gringa." She chuckled.
"You sound hot."
She let her hands fall, uncovering her face. "I love you." she let out.
"I lo-"
Before I could finish my sentence there was a knock at the door. I tensed up because I'm not expecting anyone today, Layla sat up and looked at me with worry. I grabbed my gun out of draw just in case.
"What's the matter?" She asked.
"Just stay in here, okay?" I sent her a reassuring smile.
"Who is it?" I called out.
"Its your favorite person in the entire world."
I opened the door to see my father, I let out a sigh of relief. "The gun?" He pointed out. "I get you hate me but damn."
"It wasn't for you but if you piss me off it might be." I placed the gun on the counter, "I would ask you how did you get my address but I already know, What do you want? Our deal is to eat breakfast not meet at each others houses unannounced." I stated.
"Is it okay if i come out?" I heard Layla ask.
He raised an eyebrow at me, "I'm not disturbing anything, am I?"
I rolled my eyes. Layla came out of the room, "Hi..." she shyly waved.
He held out his hand, "You must be Layla. I'm Alejandro's Father."
She looked at me for assurance that it was okay. I nodded my head and she shook his hand. "I am Layla... how did you know?" She asked.
"Lets just say I know everything."
"He's a stalker." I scoffed.
"Don't listen to him that's not true."
"Princesa, you hungry?" I looked in the cabinets there was nothing accept cheerios, "I have cheerios and that's it."
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The Idea Of You
Teen FictionHe approached me, lifting his hand, tucking a curl behind my ear. "Layla, you are not leaving my sight until he's dead." He said his voice dangerously low. I stood there a whirl of emotions numbing me to the bone. This cannot be happening. Layla Cru...
