Treat You Better

Chapter Fifty-eight: Premonition.

Chapter Fifty-eight: Premonition.

Oh well, that was quite disappointing, but at least Angelo's cousins were here.

"He has frequent meetings with his lawyers. I too wonder what he's up to." Pedro said, shrugging apologetically, "One could even argue that he spends more time with them his own girlfriend." He joked.

"Tell me about it." Someone else put in.

"Camillo." I grinned, turning around to watch him as he caught a ball one of the other boys had tossed over our heads, that same roguish grin on his face. "It's so nice to see you, what about Elena?"

"She's at home, she would freak out when I tell her I saw you. I saw a picture of your friend Susan and I thought, 'hey, maybe I'd have a chance with her if I found her first', you know?" He smirked and I grinned back.

"You want to meet her?" I asked.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Another person said, coming out from the car with his phone in his hand and I recognized him from the Dia de los Muertos party at the hotel. He was also a cousin of Angelo's, Jose or so. "I saw her first." He pointed out, and I laughed.

Susan was busying herself with some pizza that someone had so generously thought to order, talking with the group of boys she had spotted earlier when we approached.

"Susan, I want you to meet Angie's cousins." I gestured at the boys before rolling my eyes when they nearly fell over each other trying to get to her first. "Jose and Camillo."

"I'm so glad I got to meet you." Camillo started smoothly, taking her hand with that smirk of his. "Imagine missing an opportunity to meet a woman so lovely."

"Oh," Susan said, eyes round.

"A fate worse than that of a Greek tragedy." Jose put in, holding his hand out for hers, "I'm Jose by the way, so you don't get us mixed up."

"Oh." Susan said again, putting her hand in his, fascinated. Then as they slowly walked off, discussing whatever, she looked over her shoulder at me. "They're so fine." She mouthed and I grinned back at her, two thumbs up.

"They haven't got a chance." Annie said, coming to stand by me and I nudged her.

"Don't jinx it!"

"Really, look." She said and I did in time to see Pedro walk past them, flicking through a copy of Pride and Prejudice.

"Oh wait, that's mine!" Susan suddenly called, a little panicked and Pedro stopped in his tracks, turning to look at her. She paused, blinked, then pulled her hands out of Jose and Camillo's "I- I mean I borrowed it from the library,"

Pedro smiled, "Oh. I saw it on the floor near the fence, I was afraid I'd have to start asking around for the culprit. Its a perfectly good book."

"Well, you got me," Susan said nervously and I marveled. Susan? Nervous to talk to a boy? "Someone must have gone through my bag. Thank you."

"I think it was a goat," Pedro joked, friendly as always. "I've been meaning to finally pick up a Jane Austen book so I'll take this as a sign."

"You read a lot?" Susan asked, taking the book from him.

"Oh yes, and I love classics."

"And you're telling me you've never read Pride and Prejudice."

"Only because it's a romance."

"You don't like romance?!" Susan gawked and I exchanged a pleased look with Annie. I never could have seen this coming.

"You seem like an avid lover of the genre yourself." Pedro gestured to her.