Dimelo Papi | Zabdiel De Jesus

Chapter 59: Almost a Kiss

Zabdiel

My Thanksgiving dinner was calm, it was just my mom, Christopher, my stepdad, and I. I tried calling Camila but of course she blocked my number. Since I'm a stubborn person, I actually was going to call her from my mom or Christopher's phone but I surprisingly decided against it. Maybe it was because her family was over and she hasn't seen them in a while and I didn't want to stress her out.

Right now I'm practicing for my solo performance this Sunday. "Aunque Ahora Estés Con Él" describes my life perfectly at the moment.

"Zabdiel, siento que haz mejorado. ¿Será por esta canción?" Miriam, another one of our vocal coaches, asks me.

"Pues es que esta canción me deja expresar mucho mis emociones." I reply.

"Tú tienes esa magia de meter tus emociones en lo que cantas. Tienes mucho tiempo que no haces eso y ahora este domingo es tiempo de hacerlo." She says.

"Tienes razón."

"Las ultimas semanas han podido ser mejor y este domingo es tu chanza de traer el Zabdiel de antes." She says.

"Lo se." I agree.

"Ya te puedes ir si quieres. ¡Buen trabajo!" She says and I thank her as well and leave.

I go to one of the lounges of the studios and instead of sitting of the sofa, I sit on the floor and rest my back on the edge of the sofa. There's a lot on my mind right now... I miss my dad, my past performances, Camila. It's always Camila that stresses me out and drives me crazy. A tear comes out and before I know it many and many tears come out. I am a sobbing mess.

"Hola gorilita..." Camila comes in skipping and looking like she came here to taunt me. Her face changes when she sees me.

"Zabdiel, ¿que tienes?" Her mocking tone quickly changed to a worrying one. I don't even look at her or answer.

My heart races when she sits down on the floor with me and hugs me from behind tightly.

"Entiendo si no quieres hablar, lo entiendo... Pero déjame estar aquí contigo." She says with her voice cracking in the end.

"Si, por favor quédate aquí conmigo." I grab her hand. "Te necesito."

"Si te sirve de algo aquí estoy yo."

"Si, si me sirve mucho." I finally turn around to see her face and her eyes are watery.

"Zabdi, no me gusta verte así. No llores," she wipes the tears off of my faces. "También no me gusta verte con la cara así después de la pelea entre tú y..."

"No digas su nombre." I interrupt. Este momento es de nosotros, no quiero que lo mencione a él.

"Odio verte todo golpeado." She says while examining then touching my face.

We don't say anything and stare into each other's eyes. Her eyes are filled with innocence and nothing but love towards me. The anger I have for what she did to me always overpowers the love I have for her and I don't want that to happen right now.

I look at her lips craving them like I always do. Instead of saying anything to her I close my eyes to lean in to kiss her.

We're like an inch away from our lips touching when her phone starts ringing. I already know it's Erick for some reason.

"Ve y atiende a tu pretty boy." My anger and frustration begins to rise and I move away from her.