judas: alejandro burromuerto x fem!reader (being rewritten)

chapter 2

"-but i still have the upper hand." were the first words y/n heard as her eyes slowly began to open. "the president of cody's fan club..doesn't know a thing about me." the girl turned her head slightly up to see that alejandro was carrying her still and it also seemed that he was talking to the confessional. "no one does, and i intend to keep it that way." she couldn't help but roll her eyes for a moment, waiting to see how long this dumbass took before he realized she was awake. "because compared to me..? heathers a saint!" alejandro smirked at the camera.

y/n's eye twitched for a moment before she closed her eyes, trying to act like she was still asleep. she didn't want him knowing she had heard everything he said, that would be bad for heather and her.

'now what did he mean by that? how bad could this guy be if he was admitting that he was "worse than heather". well heather wasn't that bad so this guy couldn't be that bad either right?' y/n thought to herself. deep down she knew she was lying to herself about heather though. she knew heather was a horrible person who has done horrible things, so this guy had to be just down right cruel if he was saying he was worse than heather. of course, y/n would keep lying to herself until she couldn't anymore.

the male carefully unlocked the door, making sure not to drop the girl in his arms. he looked down at her and smirked. "i know your not asleep~" he cooed at y/n. her eyes slowly started to flutter open and she frowned.

"well then could you put me down?" the girl asked in an unpleasant tone. this guy was really starting to annoy the shit out of her.

"ah ah! drs. orders! your not allowed on your feet, until it heals!" alejandro explained as he began to make his way towards the cargo area of the plane.

"but that makes no sense! why can't i just use crutches? first of all that would make it to where you don't have to carry me twenty-four seven! and also then i could actually ya know, go and do my own shit?" y/n questioned.

"well mi amor," y/n made a face of disgust at him, pinching her thigh to try and keep her face from turning red. "firstly, you can't exactly use the crutches on this plane since you never know when we'll get turbulence. and also they dont exactly have any crutches.." he mumbled the second part out. the girl immediately let out a whine of frustration. this was so fucked up! how could they do this to her? "but fear not m'lady, as i volunteered to help you until you have recovered!" he gave the girl his iconic smile, almost any women would fall for him, almost any women.

"god are you fucking kidding me?" the girl asked as she crossed her arms, trying her best not to get to angry. "ya know what i don't care, just take me to heather please.." she mumbled out in defeat.

the male let his smile drop, realizing it would have no effect on the girl at this time as she seemed to be infuriated at the moment. "well i wish i could, but were not exactly allowed as we didn't win the last challenge." alejandro admitted, starting to become pissed again at the whole situtation that happened while y/n was incapacitated.

"wait? there was another challenge? how long was i even out for?" the girl questioned as the male sat down.

"oh someone finally decided to wake up?" noah chimed in, in a sarcastic tone. he looked ticked off as ever, giving the girl a huge glare.

"hey! its not my fault that i hurt my foot and get dehydrated easily!" the girl shouted at him, sending a glare back to him.

"ah, that reminds me," alejandro started, ignoring noahs comment towards y/n. he quickly stood up for a moment, the girl having to latch her arms around his neck quickly so she didn't fall. once they were sat back down alejandro handed y/n a water bottle. "they said that you were dehydrated and if you didn't drink any water soon you'd have to get an iv."