We can't be friends

Kiss it better - Rihanna

My hands gripped my books as I walked through the school halls, ignoring the glances from other students. People always stared, and they always murmured about me being Marc's sister, as if I wasn't an individual of my own. 

'Isn't that Marc's sister?'

'Look there she is?'

'So, is she like famous?'

My steps hastened as I reached my classroom, quickly sitting down next to my best friend, Maria. Her dark curly hair moved naturally, as if a imaginary fan was blowing her way. But there wasn't, yet she looked flawless. 

"Hola chica" She greeted, leaning her elbows on the table in front of her. 

"Looks like somebody's had a rough day..." Her giggle echoed lightly, her blue eyes watching me, keeping track of my every move. 

"Yeah, I'm just tired of people constantly commenting something."

"I know chica, but don't pay attention to them." 

"At this point I might start introducing myself as Marc's sister from the get-go." I joked, earning me a laugh from Maria.

"Speaking of Marc, how is he?" A strand of Marias hair found its way between her fingers, lightly being caressed. I knew she liked him, she has ever since we were kids. I used to hate the idea of them being together because I used to think it meant he'd steal her from me, but with time I've seen that they've both grown to like each other, and nether have left me so far. 

"Why don't you ask him at my place tonight?" I teased, but Maria shook her head. My brows furrowed, as if to say what?

"Don't you remember? We're going out tonight chica." 

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Me and Maria had made it to my place so that we could get ready for the party. Thankfully, I didn't have work today. Unfortunately, that meant my brother and his friends didn't have training which only meant one thing; they were also hanging out at the house. 

I shook my head in disbelief as Maria found herself beside Marc, leaving me standing awkwardly beside the living room door. Marc hadn't even noticed my presence but his friends certainly did. Lamine, Gavi and Hector were sat on the large sofa, eyes stuck on me. 

"Ey! Look who's here." Lamine jumped from his seat, dabbing me up before pulling me towards the sofa. I was sat between him and Hector. 

"Hi y/n!" Gavi greeted, waving to me. I smiled and nodded his way. 

Then there was Hector...

The awkwardness between us from our last encounter could be cut with a knife, it suffocated us. 

"Hi." Hector looked at me, a strange expression painting his face.

"Hi." I replied, leaning back into the sofa, as if it would save me from my uncomfortable position. 

"So, what are you guys up to?" Lamine asked, I shrugged. 

"We're going to a party, and before you ask, no you can't come along you're too young." I stated, giving Lamine a stern look. He rolled his eyes. 

"What, why are you guys going out?" Marc asked after overhearing what I had just said. 

"What, you worried or something? We can take care of ourselves ya' know?" Maria flicked Marc's neck lightly, to which he jokingly winced. 

"No, of course not. But it's now safe for two girls to go out at night, despite how strong you guys are. Can't you just go another-" 

"We'll go with you guys." Hector interrupted, and Lamine's face shone with happiness. 

"Are you sure?" Gavi asked, to which Hector nodded. 

"I mean, we don't have training tomorrow so we might as well use the time off to do something fun." Hector turned to Lamine. 

"If you so much as look at alcohol, I'll tell your mom." He added, and Lamine grunted. 

"Snitch." 

"Child."

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Maria was in my bathroom, fixing her hair while I stood in front on my room mirror. I wore one of my favorite party outift's, and I brushed off non visible dust from it, as if it would change a thing. I could feel someone's eyes on me, and I noticed Hector watching me from behind me in the mirror. I quickly turned around. 

"You're just watching me?" 

" Why were you weird in the car?" 

Silence struck the room, and I looked at my feet. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." 

"Fine, don't tell. Not like I care." Hector added, turning to leave. 

Of course he doesn't care.

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The club was dark but lit with special lights that created a contrast of colors in the room. We'd managed to get Lamine in, thanks to the fact that the security guard was aware he played for Barca but not of his age. So, we partied, and danced, and sang all night. 

I was dancing with Maria before she got stolen away from another Guiu, but I couldn't help but keep dancing. I tensed as I felt a hand on my butt. I turned around to see a man in his late 20s grinning at me. Ew. 

"Don't touch me." I yelled, my voice shaking.

"Funny, looked to me like all you wanted was to be touched a little, ay?" The man reached for my waist, gripping me harder when I pushed at his chest. 

"I said-" 

"Let go." I could hear behind me, and before I knew it I was placed behind a tall frame. Hector. 

"Don't ever touch her again." Hector might've been younger, but his height and build clearly made him much more intimidating than the other man. I supposed the man couldn't tell from all the alcohol, because he didn't seem the least bit bothered. 

"Just leave us alone, ok? We we're just getting to know each other..." The man said, his eyelids heavy as his eyes searched for me, leaning to the side to see past Hector. Hectors arms went to tuck me in further into his back. 

"Leave now, before you regret it." Hector said. The man only laughed, puffing his chest as if that would make him more intimidating. Oh how wrong he was. 

"Or what huh? You think I'm scared pretty boy?" The man leaned forward, and I could see Hectors jaw clench. 

"You we're interrupting us, so I suggest you leave so I can go back to touching that sweet as-" Before the man could finish his sentence, he flew to the ground. 

Oh my gosh, Hector just punched that guy. I'd never seen Hector get that mad before, but I guess a pedophile will do it for him. I lightly yelped, as I reached for Hectors hand. It was slightly swollen, given he landed a very very harsh punch. I grabbed Hectors arm, dragging him to the quieter part of the bar. I grabbed some ice and a towel behind the bar before the bartenders noticed, and kept moving with Hector till we reached a secluded part outside the bar. 

There was only me and Hector there, and he stumbled as I helped him sit down on one of the steps in front of the bars backdoor. 

"Gosh what we'e you thinking?" I said, putting the now ice filled towel to his hand. He looked at me with tired eyes, clearly drunk. 

"He was touching you, and he wouldn't let go." 

"I know but you- you can't just go punching people." I said, focusing on his hand, ignoring the strange feeling in my stomach. 

"You're welcome." He smiled, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. Why'd the devil have to look so good? 

"Thank you..." A comfortable silence overtook us. 

"Don't expect me to kiss it better." I added, and he actually laughed. His laugh is just as pretty as he is.