Can't Help || Auston Matthews

Ch. 15

Esmeralda's POV- September 2016

I carefully sat up and turned to look at Auston who was fast asleep next to me, on my bed.

"I got to say, he manages to look pretty manly under that pink blanket"

I looked at Alyssa who smiled.

"Morning"

"Good morning" I told her.

She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I chose to ignore her as I grabbed the last pair of clean pants.

"You wore a bra to bed? You poor thing"

"I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable" I stated.

I pulled my pj top off and reached for my black vneck.

"You need to do your laundry"

"Don't remind me about that, I have to wear yoga pants to class tomorrow" I said.

I slipped on my tshirt and looked at her.

"Your ass looks great in yoga pants"

I scrunched up my nose and slipped off my pj bottoms.

"Does he need to be up soon?"

"Not for another half hour" I answered.

She nodded and watched as I pulled my pants up.

"Stop staring, it's weird" I said.

She smiled and crossed her arms.

"You have a great body, I'm simply admiring it"

I rolled my eyes and carefully sat on my bed.

"Can you braid my hair?"

I nodded and slipped on my socks.

"Let's go to the bathroom" I told her as I reached for my makeup bag.

She nodded and I followed her out of the room.

"What were you two doing that you didn't realize how late it was?"

She wiggled her eyebrows at me as she followed me into the bathroom.

"We were just talking" I admitted.

"About?"

"He told me a bit about his life, and I told him about mine" I answered.

I set my makeup bag on the bathroom sink as she began to comb her hair.

"Did you know he speaks no Spanish" I stated as I reached for my tooth brush.

She shook her head and i took the time to brush my teeth and wash my face.

"Why is that shocking?"

"He's not fluent at all" I told her as I reached for my towel.

I dabbed my face dry.

"Why would he need to be?"

I raised an eyebrow as I set my towel back on its rack. I grabbed my primer and applied it against my face.

"His mom was born in Mexico"

I nodded and looked at Gael as a smile formed on my face.

"Remember when you were hating on California hockey" I began.

He nodded and I looked down at my makeup bag.

"I told you that you might one day root for a California born hockey player one day" I said.