Crushed || HEAVY EDITING

11. Getting Along

Chapter 11 : Getting Along.
*UNEDITED*

Martina's pov

I was inisde my mother's car as we headed to Jorge's place. I took out my phone ready to call him when we were halfway to his house but I couldn't seem to find anyone saved as 'Jorge Blanco' in my contacts which was very odd since I remember getting his phone number. I sighed at that and put my phone back in my jacket hoping that he wouldn't be too surprised seeing me at his house when I didn't tell him beforehand.

When we arrived to Mr Jerkface's place, I ran up to his door and knocked on the front door a few times and waited for a couple of seconds before the door opened, revealing a woman in her quite late thirties. She smiled at me brightly as I couldn't help but smile back. That must be Mrs Blanco, I thought to myself.

"Hello Mrs Blanco. I'm Jorge's partner and we would do a project together today." I said as the Mrs Blanco nodded letting me in.

"Jorge's in his room." She said pointing to a room on my left. I smiled and thanked the woman before going directly to Mrs Jerkface's room.

His room's walls were black, red and blue. His bed was huge - like king-size-bed huge - and he also had many TV-games that layed splattered iver the whole floor making it hard for me to walk properly without my feet touching them.
With other words, his room was messy.

I continued looking around when I sensed a presence behind me. Just by the scent, I knew who it was but turned around just to make sure it was him. Instead, I found a shirtless Jorge smirking down at me. I forced myself to look him in the eyes and not on his perfect visible abs so that I wouldn't drool because that would be such an embarassing thing to do.

Jorge noticed me struggling as his smirk widened and I felt how his laugh echoed. He was such a sadist.

"Like what you see?"

Obviously.

"Ugh just put a shirt on." I wouldn't admit that he looked really good a the moment because there was no point in boosting his already big ego. But to my surprisw, he actually took on a black t-shirt.

"Why didn't you call me?"

"I couldn't, since I didn't find your number in my contacts." I said a bit annoyed as he smirked sitting down on his bed.

"Search 'The Sexy Jorge' in your contacts." He said as I shook my head. Was he for real?
I searched and found his number. I looked at him annoyed as he laughed at me again.

"Can we just start with the project now?" I said annoyed as he nodded. I sat down on his chair as I took out my notebook.

"Tell me 2 things that you hate."

"I hate chocolate, school and...." he said continuing. "Our teacher. I mean have you seen the guy? He's the worst person on earth. Like seriously out of all these people in the world. . he got to be one of our teachers." Jorge kept on ranting as I leaned my hand against my cheek, sighing at him.

"Uhm why do you hate chocolate?" There was no hint of interest in my voice, still the idiot couldn't get it and answered to the question.

"Duh, I'm allergic to chocolate." He said like it was something obvious.

"Yeah, sure. Tell me two things that you love." I said writing down what he just said, wanting it all to be done so that I could go home and finish all the series that were waiting for me.