The Guy Who Gave Up His Jersey (New Version)

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Alejandro pushed me away, staring at me for a few seconds. He stepped away, walking towards the front door, but turning back around.

"No, you don't get to kiss me."

"It's a little too late for that." I giggled.

He runs his fingers through his hair, still trying to compose himself. "Get out of the car." He ordered.

I frowned but listened. "Why are you so upset?" I demanded. "You're the one who leaned over me to unbuckle my seatbelt I thought it was a move!"

"Well, it wasn't! Did you miss the part where I said I wouldn't kiss you drunk? I apologize for making you believe I was making a move but you're my best friends sister."

"So?" I responded dumbly.

"You're untouchable, Juliana. Reason why no guy in school has tried to seduce you. Reason why I cannot kiss or touch you." His voice got soft towards the end, almost as if he had realized something.

Well that's a stupid reason. Xavier doesn't own me. I can kiss or sleep with whoever I want. Xavier has no say in it.

He grabbed onto my hand and pulled me inside the house. "Don't you dare try to do something else." He warned me.

"You're no fun." I muttered as we walked up the stairs.

As we were approaching the top of the stairs the door at the end of the hall opened. Without warning Alejandro pushed me behind him.

"Alejandro is that you?" His mom called out.

"Yeah, mom, sorry for making noise." He responded.

"You didn't. I was awake watching a movie. You okay?" I couldn't tell whether or not she was in front of him or still at the peak of her room. All I was trying to focus on was not to lean so much to the sides. I gripped onto Alejandro when another flash of nausea emerged in the pit of my stomach.

Oh god.

"Yeah, just really tired going to bed. Night." He turned around and pushed me forward. He opened the door to his room and I made a sprint towards his bathroom.

I had been inside Alejandro's room when Mindy, Alejandro's sister, would make me come looking for him. Picking up the lid I dunk my head inside the bowel.

"What the hell did you drink?" He asked while he held on to my hair again.

"The Hulk." I cried.

He chuckled. "You drank it real fast huh?"

I nodded. "You're in for a long night then."

It wasn't as long as Alejandro had said it was going to be. After staying with my head inside the toilet for twenty-minutes my stomach finally settled down and I was able to breathe again. By then Alejandro had grabbed some sleeping clothes for me and changed into more comfortable clothes. I had rinsed my mouth and was drying my mouth, when he stepped inside the bathroom.

"You feeling better?"

"Yeah." I whispered, placing the towel back down on the counter.

"Good, change and go to bed."

"Where will you be sleeping?" I asked curiously.

"Not in the same bed with you." He quickly responded. "I built a small cot of blankets on the floor."

"I can sleep on the floor, you can take the bed." I insisted. He had taken care of me for most of the night and he looked exhausted. The floor must not be comfortable to sleep on and I'm drunk. So, any place I crash right now will feel like heaven.