DEVUÉLVEME MI CORAZÓN(Joel Pimentel/CNCO)

Chapter 3: sweet and bitter lips

Song of the chapter : "stand by me" (Prince Royce Version)

Jade's POV

I immediately twist the lid off the jalapeño jar, in like two seconds, as I glance up and notice that Joel's actually struggling to get his off.

I throw the lid away, and roll up the sleeves of my jacket, then begin fishing for yet the biggest jalapeño in the jar, with my blue nails.

I take a bite off the first jalapeño, the stinging texture burning the tip of my tongue, as I hear some dorks behind me retort :

"Oh C'mon Joel! Is that girl actually stronger than you?!"

"You got this potato!"

"Take your time bro!"

Woah no one roots for Jade.
Just lovely. note to self : murder Christopher for not supporting his bestfriend.

Just as I've moved on to my 4th jalapeño, I hear Christopher stir up a crowd of chants for me.

Finally.

"C'mon mami show him what chu got!"

"Show him who's boss!"

"Demuestrale!"

"JADE! JADE! JADE! JADE!"

I dare to look across, at Joel just to find out that he's already halfway done with the jar.

Oh Crap didn't see that coming...

"THREE MINUTES LEFT GUYS!" Zabdiel announces.

No no no .

I continue picking a jalapeño after another, repeating my simple process of taking a huge bite, chewing and swallowing ; the inevitable suffocation growing stronger as well as my thirst.

"GUYS LOOK, JOEL IS ALREADY ON HIS THIRTEENTH JALAPEÑO!" Richard points out, making me even more nervous.

Thirteenth ? I'm barely on my 8th jalapeño, there's no freaking way I'll beat him! Which means I'll lose, which means I'll have to kiss him...But I can't afford to lose, no not this time, I can't do this to Sebastian.

"ONLY FORTY SECONDS LEFT CHICOS!" Erick announces loudly, snapping me out of my unbearable thoughts.

I immediately start shoving as many jalapeños in my mouth, as there could possibly fit there, aye if it's in, it still counts right?

Next thing I know, I'm the having the worst coughing fit ever, my throat aches for water, and I feel like I can't breathe, but I don't stop,

"TEN ....NINE..." The boys start to count down together,

As I keep trying to swallow down the remaining half chewed nasty jalapeños in my mouth.

"EIGHT...SEVEN..."

Just a few more, Jade.

"SIX...FIVE...FOUR..."

Despite my agony, I dare to steal a glance at Joel, and as soon as my eyes meet his, I know I'm screwed, he's almost done and looks perfectly fine.

"THREE...TWO...ONE!"

"AND THE WINNER IS... CROMWELL HIGH'S VERY OWN JOEL PIMENTEL!" Happily announces Yoyo.

Dammit.DAMMIT...NOOO

A loud round of applause erupts, as I take off running towards the fridge, in desperate need of water.