𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED UNTIL SEASON 6 PART 3]

𝒙𝒙𝒙𝒗𝒊𝒊𝒊. cheater cheater pumpkin eater

chapter thirty-eight:
❛ cheater cheater pumpkin eater ❜

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Arizona stretched out on the sun-warmed chaise lounge by the pool, letting the golden sunlight dance across her skin. The warmth seeped into her muscles, melting away the week's tension as she basked in the lazy ambiance of summer. Around her, laughter and splashes filled the air, creating a soothing backdrop that mixed with the hum of friendly conversation. She was in good company-her friends Yasmine, Sam, and Moon were similarly sprawled out, each lost in their own thoughts or immersed in snippets of chatter about summer plans, new clothes, and the latest drama from school.

Arizona had her eyes closed, soaking in the moment, when she felt a strange prickle of awareness. Slowly, she opened her eyes, peering over her sunglasses and spotting Sam's little brother, Anthony, standing nearby with a dumbstruck look on his face. His mouth was slightly open, eyes fixed on her as if he'd never seen a girl sunbathing before. Arizona tried not to laugh but couldn't help the small, amused smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. Then she noticed another familiar figure standing just a few feet away-her own little brother, Diego, with a look equally as mesmerized, except his eyes were glued to Yasmine, not Arizona.

Sam caught sight of Anthony's expression and rolled her eyes, scrunching her nose in disgust. "Ew. Anthony, can you not stare at my friends?" she retorted, her tone half-annoyed, half-embarrassed.

Anthony jolted as if he'd been shocked out of a trance, blinking rapidly and scrambling to recover. "No, no, no, I wasn't, um, uh, staring," he stammered, his face turning bright red as he tried to come up with an excuse.

Arizona raised an eyebrow at him, chuckling softly. She glanced over at Diego, who had gone as still as a statue, his gaze still locked on Yasmine. "Diego," she called with a smirk, enjoying how the tables had turned. He looked like he wanted to vanish into thin air, and his face was flushed as he swallowed hard and looked away.

Sam turned her attention to Diego, raising an eyebrow. He looked at her, then at Anthony, both boys sharing a look of mutual embarrassment as they realized they'd been caught. Without another word, they turned on their heels and walked away quickly, shoulders hunched, clearly hoping to escape without further humiliation.