SECOND BLOOM | NICHOLAS CHAVEZ

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THIRD PERSON POV
nicholas wasn't able to hear a single thing over the sound of his heart beating out of his chest. the sight of her, just when he honestly thought she couldn't get prettier.

her fair skin, soft and silky hair, her full lips, and the way she carried herself. the boy examined her as she stood in place, watching him from a distance.

he was only quickly brought back to life as he felt his dad's hand on his broad shoulder, patting him.

when nicholas turned back, adriela was gone from his sight. he sighed, realizing it was going to be a hard battle to get her back.

i mean, for fuck's sake, this is nicholas chavez and he can have any girl but he's going crazy over his childhood best friend! whom he rejected first!

he couldn't help but wonder if she would even still want him as her friend.

the boy knew deep down he should be angry at her, the way she left him when he needed her most just because he did not feel the same.

it's a shitty move, no need to say. but this new emotion that he was feeling had completely blinded him.

it's almost like adriela could do no wrong to him.

hell, she can spit in his fucking face and he will somehow think it was his fault.

needless to confess, he was head over heels truly.

nicholas walked back into the beach house, he knew he had to talk to her. somehow.

the longer he waited, the worse. they have already waited five years. and it was hell.

as he jogged up the stairs, he cleared his throat, staring at the white painted door. before another second, he knocked on the frame.

"come in!" he heard her soft voice call out.

as if nicholas was preparing to talk in front of over a thousand people, he thought about what to say before gently twisting the door knob and letting himself in.

adriela's movement paused for only a second, looking him up and down before continuing to unpack her clothes.

"hey, how was the flight?" he asked nervously.

the girl squinted her eyes at him, "you already asked me that." she slightly coldly remarked.

nicholas chuckled awkwardly, "right, sorry."

the bedroom went at a sudden silence as he examined her room, "you know, i wanted this room. but my parents and yours ganged up on me and wanted you to have it."

adriela nods silently, continuing to unpack, unbothered by the person in front of her who is so obviously trying to create a conversation.

to adriela, this was insane. what a way to never once contact with her or apologize and now suddenly want to talk.

like absolutely nothing happened.

she was disgusted, he never changed.

nicholas inhaled, "so.. how is life?" he asked.

as if his next question was the breaking point, adriela slammed her suitcase shut, "what the fuck are you doing, nicholas?"

his smile dropped slowly as he realized she was in fact pissed. he stood up nervously, "what do you mean?"

"i mean, what the fuck are you doing? why are you suddenly asking all these fucking questions?" she felt her blood pressure rise just by confronting him this way.

he looked upset to say the least. but could she even care? he obviously doesn't give a fuck about her existence.

"because we're friends, adriela." nicholas responded, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.