Dimelo Papi | Zabdiel De Jesus

Chapter 5: Happy Together

The time I spend with Zabdiel is becoming less frequent due to the fact that he has school. He has offered to miss classes to spend time with me but I don't want his parents thinking I'm making him choose me over his education and I already know his parents wouldn't want him doing that.

Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday which have been these past three days, he only comes to see me in the late afternoon for a short time. I'm busy as well making it even harder for us too see each other. I can't complain though, even though it's only for a period of time that I see him it's always an amazing time with him. Like yesterday, his family invited me over for dinner at his house. We laugh until we can't breathe, get into deep talks, I can say our feelings for each other are getting stronger day after day.

These past three days don't just end when he leaves. We talk on the phone for hours, I even fight to stay awake but I almost always end up falling asleep while on the phone.

I can't get too caught up on him. After all I'm leaving Saturday. I miss last weekend so much because we would spend the whole day with each other.

It's midday and I walk to an ice cream shop not to far from the hotel alone. I buy a cup of strawberry flavored ice cream and head to the exit. As I'm leaving three girls stare at me. One of the girls, a short girl with blonde highlights, stands up and I assume she wants to talk to me.

"¿Eres Camila?" The girl asks me a little too rudely. This past week with Zabdiel has put me in an amazing mood that I haven't had the need to be a bitch, but I can easily let the claws come out if she's gonna talk to me like that... Wait how the hell did she know my name?

At first, I think she knows my name because of modeling or acting but I'm not big at all. So there must be another reason. Hmmm.

"Camila Casillas para ser más exacta. ¿Eres una fan, no?" I say too sarcastically.

"Que graciosa," she laughs, an ugly laugh really. "No más te quería preguntar si conoces a un.. como se llama.. Zabdiel?"

"A sí lo conozco, es un amor." I tell her.

"Pues muchas conocemos a Zabdiel como tú, lo conocemos muy bien." She tells me and I slightly feel a pang of jealousy. I'm raging in jealously at the fact of another girl kissing my Zabdiel.

"Ay, ni al caso tu comentario. Por qué no ahorras todos tus comentarios y los depositas a un banco, a ver si te alcanza para que te arregles esos pelos feos." I snap at her and she immediately looks at her hair. I didn't want to tell her that but she's testing me.

"Yo solo te estoy advirtiendo que a Zabdiel le gusta jugar con las chicas. Nomas las usa y luego las deja como si nada." She informs me.

"¿Y a ti qué te importa lo que pasa entre Zabdiel y yo? Estas ardida que no te hace caso o que? Estarás tan interesada en mi vida que sabes mi nombre y yo ni te conozco." I laugh. "Además si no lo sabes, yo ni soy de aquí. Por qué no te subes al Titanic y te hundes." The last part was random but it's true, she should get lost.

"Crees que lo conoces pero no vas a las clases con el. No te sientas especial porque yo fui a cenar anoche con su familia." If this girl is going to make things up then she should at least get her facts right. Debería aprender como mentir porque yo estaba con Zabdiel y su familia anoche.

"Ya me enfadaste. Mejor me voy." I flip my hair to the side and she stares at the side of my neck. I can tell by the way her face falls, she saw the hickey Zabdiel made on me. I didn't mean for her to see it, I need to cover it more with makeup so no one else sees it.