I Love To Hate You|Bad Bunny

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BENITO's POV

I was shocked when I heard him say that.

I knew he liked her, but enough to the point where he would start inviting her everywhere he went?

"okay then."

I ignored the pair and grabbed my beer, walking back outside.

"you're not mad I invited her right?"

"No man you do you."

I wasn't going to tell him about Love sleeping here because that's none of his business.

I sat down on one of the chairs with a couple friends just making small talk, Raúl and love were engaged in their own conversation.

I was talking with someone but I couldn't help but notice that Raul and Love got up to go to a different table.

I gripped my beer slightly and took a sip of it.

I couldn't help but feel something weird in me, a feeling I've never felt before.

No. I feel bad for Raúl that's all.

"hey man are you okay?"

I stopped looking at the pair and diverted my attention to anuel.

"yeah I'm fine, why?"

"Well you keep looking at them with a weird stare."

"Yeah I'm fine."

I tuned everyone out and continued looking at Raúl and Love. I don't what it was but just looking at them made something in me feel off.

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2 hours later.

Finally everyone had left.

This kickback wasn't as enjoyable for me than the others I had hosted in the past. I kept telling myself that it was because Love was there but I knew it had to be something deeper than that, something I wasn't allowing myself to actually express.

"I ruined this night for you didn't I?"

I turned to the direction of the voice. Love was walking towards me with a smirk on her face and a glass of water in hand.

"Of course you did."

She sat next to me and looked at me.

"Good."

I watched as she took a sip of water, she went to place the glass on the table but she's so stupid she misplaced it and the glass fell on the ground, shattering.

"Of course you would make that happen."

"Shut the fuck up. You're acting like you've never made a mistake before."

She reached down to pick up the glass shards.

"You're going to cut yourself."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are, you should get the broom instead."

She didn't listen and reached down, picking the shards up.

Like I predicted, she cut herself.

"Fuck!"

I shook my head. I went over to her and leaned down to help her.

"I told you."

I didn't want to help her because she didn't deserve my help but I saw how much she was bleeding from such a small cut.

I examined her hand, the cut I thought was small before definitely wasn't, it was in fact much bigger.

"Come let me wash it, I think we have a first aid kit in the bathroom."

She looked at me funny and snatched her hand back.

"Why are you helping me?"

I took her hand again and looked at her, "you're bleeding and I don't want you getting your blood on my moms expensive couch."

"And here I was thinking you were helping me out of the kindness of your cold, black heart"

I smiled at her snarky remark and led her into the bathroom by the living room.

I made her sit on the closed lid of the toilet while I grabbed the first aid kit.

I wasn't going to help her but I don't know what it was that came over me.

I know I told her it was because I didn't want her getting blood on my moms expensive couch, which is partly true but it's also something much deeper than that, something I can't quite figure out myself.