Unconquered (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

"As of this morning, he has a roommate. Me," I say.

"And do you think he'd go for a flat, stupid lowlife such as yourself?" She asks, obviously trying to wound me.

"Oh, I know he wouldn't. But at least I'm not forcing him into having sex with me. And at least I have my dignity still intact right now. Because you're flashing quite a few guys outside," I say, pointing to the open window.

She turns and her eyes go wide. She scoops up her clothes and runs from the room quickly, tears pouring out of her eyes in embarrassment.

I go and close the curtains quickly. I look at Alex.

He is leaning against his headboard, rubbing his face.

I go over to him. "Hey, you ok?" I ask.

He nods. "Solo estoy cansado (I'm just tired)," he says. Alex looks at me and his eyes go as big as boulders.

"Um, Alex?" I ask.

"Por qué no estás en la ropa? (why are you not in clothes?)" He asks, his eyes glued to my chest. His face is turning slightly pinkish from embarrassment.

I look down at myself and see I'm still in my towel. My eyes widen. I bolt off his bed and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

I lean my back against the door, my face burning with embarrassment.

Tears slide down my face.

'He was just embarrassed by seeing me in only a towel. How stupid could I have been?! I went out there without putting clothes on! I guess I deserve it for rushing out there to see what was wrong,' I think to myself.

A hesitant knock sounds at the door.

"Princesa?" Alex asks. "¿Estas bien?"

I wipe away my tears. In a shaky voice, I say, "Yeah, I'm good."

"You don't sound so good," he says. "Can I come in?"

"No, you're probably disgusted with seeing me. I have a 12-year-old boy's body dimensions. My face looks like an ass. I'm stupid and I'm fat. No one wants me," I say, trying not to cry. "I'm a fat cow who is gonna end up alone living in hell with my dad."

Silence follows my little monologue. Tears stream down my face and I look down. I slide down the door until my butt hits the floor. I pull my knees into my chest and place my forehead on my knees. I sob out my feelings.

The door is pushed open slowly. I lift my head up and start wiping away my tears quickly when I see Alex looking down at me. I stand up and look at him in confusion.

"Princesa," he says, brushing away some tears. "You don't need to cry. Why do you cry anyways?"

I sniffle and wipe my nose on my towel. "I'm a fat cow that no one wants. I have the body dimensions of a 12-year-old boy. I look nothing like the girls here! I'm just a nobody who gets little sleep and no money," I tell him.

He blinks at me. "Who told you you're a fat cow?"

"Everyone," I say.

He pulls me gently into a hug. My body goes rigid at first, but when he doesn't move his body in an attempt to hurt me, mine starts to relax. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his chest.

"Princesa, you're not a fat cow. Some males like thicker women. For example, me. I hate girls who don't have meat on their bones," he says. He gently pinches my side. "You have just enough meat on your bones to make me want you." He kisses the top of my head. "Please do not cry anymore. I hate seeing girls cry."

I look up at him. "You...you called me a...a girl," I whisper.

"Sí, princesa," he says. "You have the female parts, sí?"

"Well, they aren't much, but I guess so."

He raises an eyebrow. He looks down at me. His face turns tomato red.

"Uh, princesa? You're still in your towel," he says.

I push him away quickly and grab my clothes. He just goes into the other room.

As I get dressed, I say, "Hey, Alex? Are you embarrassed of me?"

"No, princesa. I just happen to be a gentleman, who cares about women's dignity."

My heart flutters a little at that. But Simon said he was of bad blood. I wonder what that means.

I'm glad not all men are like that creep who raped me a month ago. I still have the bruises on my body from him. He humiliated me and took my virginity in the worst possible way. He made me do so many degrading and humiliating things, and made his friends watch him and record everything.

Tears sting my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I brush my hair as my tears fall down my face.

Alex knocks on the door. "Princesa?" He asks.

"I'm fine!" I yell at him. "Just leave me alone!"

The door slams open and my back is slammed against the wall. Alex has ahold of me by my throat. His eyes are blood red.

"This is my room! Do not tell me what to do!" He yells. His teeth are like daggers inside his mouth.

My eyes widen.

'Vampire...I'm rooming with a vampire,' I think. 'A really hot one at that.'

I whimper and claw at his hand. His eyes slowly go back to their normal chocolate color. He looks down at me and releases me, stepping back.

"I...I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you!" He says. I scramble to my feet, holding my hair brush at him. It shakes from my fear. He starts to walk towards me, but I throw my brush at him, hitting him in the forehead. "Ow!" He presses his hand to his forehead.

I run out of the dorm and down the hall. At the end of the hall, there is a set of stairs that go down. I run for them.

I feel Alex grab for my waist as my left foot gets caught on my right foot at the first step. I instantly reach back and grab Alex by the arm as we begin to tumble down the stairs, a mix of limbs and heads.

During a part of it, my wand slips from my pocket and zaps us.

When we hit the bottom, we split apart and lay silently trying to catch our breath.

I sit up and yelp in pain. My back feels like it's been dragged through the fiery pits of hell. I look down at my body and scream.

"I'm in a boy's body!" I screech, noticing a Mexican accent.

"Holy Satan's boxers!" I hear my voice say. I turn and see my face staring at me.

"What is going on?" I ask. I turn and see my wand sitting at the bottom of the stairs. I run and grab it. I turn to Alex and see him curled up in the fetal position. He has ahold of his hair and he keeps muttering things.

"M-m-make it s-s-stop...can't let M-M-Mama get hurt..." he continues muttering. I go over to him and touch "his" shoulder, since it's really mine. (A/N: when I put "his", it's Chloe's body, but Alex is in it, vice versa with "her")

With a scream, he bolts off the floor.

"Alex!" I yell. I grab "his" face.

"His" eyes are wide and he looks like a wild animal.

"He...he hurt me...can't get away...so much pain..." His eyes dart around frantically.

"Alex?" I ask, hesitantly.

He looks at me and he slowly calms down.

"Al? Are you better now?" I ask.

He nods. "Gracias." He looks down at "his" body. "His" eyes widen. He looks back up at me.

"Don't you dare think about it," I warn.

A small smirk creeps across "his" face. Then he darts away from me.

"Alex!" I yell, chasing him.

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A/n- sorry for the shortish chapter. But here it is