His Chubby Princess

Chap 67 : This Little Life

Hernandez

I watch Abby run.. well at least it would have felt that way to her but to the world she was just jogging. Pains me she's still gonna get the top bunk bed after all the effort.

Just as I proceed to the cabins, I spot Noah walking up to me from behind. I don't even hold the eye roll I render him. My eyes flutter down to the luggage in his hand. I guess he was the person with her luggage she was trying to tell us about earlier.

"Look-

"No", I cut him off and there's an instant bend of his brows, clarifying that he didn't like to be told that. "You listen, but first what do you think true love is?",

He chuckles and when he sees my face remains neutral, he asks, "Oh you're serious?",

"Since this is about Abby, yes I am", I say and he frowns.

"Look whatever you're on about I don't care. Just stay out of my business",

"Stop being self centered, no one cares about you. The only person's business I've been all up in, is Abby's", I tell him, crossing my arms now.

"She's mine",

"She's no one's to claim", I say as a matter of fact then take a step closer to him. He straightens himself to seem taller. Albeit just one more inch and we could have met eye to eye.

"You go on calling her princess but you don't treat her like one. Stop messing around", I say and the anger in his eyes seem to melt away as he wears a solemn expression now.

When he stays silent I turn to walk away and when I'm a bit far he calls out.

"True love..", he starts so I turn to look at him, "Is a never ending desire and I'll be the one to show her that".

I turn around to leave, not sparing him another glance or a word. I walk into the first cabin and not so surprisingly, it's filled up already. I make my way to the next and I'm glad to see a an empty spot.

It's understandable that the only empty spot is a top bed. I walk to the end of the room where the bunk is then place my bag on it. With the way this one looks, I'm guessing the cabins have five bunks each in them and since there's about five cabins and the boys are more than the girls, we'll be taking the first three cabins.

I was never one to socialize, I stand idly watching the rest of the boys hold a conversation. Some start to take off their shirts and I remember how living with a lot of boys felt like again.

When my dad I moved to Columbia from Mexico, we had nothing but somehow we left with everything. We did a lot of things to live comfortably as we do now.

Worked for dangerous people, lived with dangerous people. And even so, it was bittersweet leaving.

Even if I might miss that old life.. I think I like this little life.

"Hey dude", someone calls out so I turn to see the boys waving me over.

I walk up to them.

"You're that cool biker guy right?", blue eyes and blonde hair asks and I give out a single nod.

"Uh.. yeah, you can say that", I say, stuffing my hands into the pocket of my jacket.

"That was sick man",

"Yeah, fire entrance",

"Hey, how come I've never seen you in school?", he asks and the others hum in agreement.

"Uh, lone wolf I guess", I shrug and they nod with a round of ohs.

"What's the name?",

"Hernan", I say.