When Emerald moves to New York with her rich Aunt and Uncle she didn't know she would go to the school where all the famous people went... how many celebrities will she become friends with... how many will hate her... how many are gonna fall in love...
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Alejandro Rosario's POV:
I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach when I heard the knock on the door. I like Emerald, I really do, and I know that Harry likes her too, and even though he's one of my best friends, I won't stop fighting for Emerald. I will only stop after she chooses who she wants.
But anyways, I walk towards my front door opening it, seeing Emerald's beautiful face as she smiles, holding a plastic bag which i assume has the soup she texted me about. I smile back at her stepping aside to let her in. "I thought you were sick" she says, entering my house, looking around in curiosity, putting the plastic bag on the kitchen counter. "I am" I say, closing the door and walking closer to her. "or might've lied to have you over" I smirk, winking.
She rolls her eyes and takes out the bowl of soup from the plastic bag, and it was still warm. I watch her and admire her figure as she went to grab some utensils from the drawer I told her they were at. She comes back to me, and hands me a spoon. She unwraps the plastic wrap from the top of the bowl, and look at her intently, watching her soft features, as she fumbles with the wrap.
She hands me the bowl, and sits beside me while I eat. I smile at her, and she gives me a soft smile back. I look at the soup and take the spoon, bringing it up to my mouth, my eyes widen at the wonderful taste of the chicken soup. "wow.. who did you say made this?" I say, looking back at her. "My aunt, but i helped out a bit, wanting to put a bit of my moms spice to it you know?" she speaks softly with a small smile on her face, happy that I liked the soup.
As I continue eating, we sit in a comfortable silence. She just intently watches me as I eat the soup, and after a bit, she brings a hand up to touch my hair, scooting closer to be more comfortable. "Your hair is really soft" she says, and i couldn't help but smile, reaching out to touch hers. "Yours is extra soft" I say, combing my fingers through a half that fell on her shoulders. She grins at my statement, and then.. we both make eye contact. I swear the electricity flying through me, my heart rate picking up, and the butterflies in my stomach are something I couldn't describe, she quickly glances down to my lips and, we start leaning forward, like there's a magnet trying to pull us together.
