What Do I Need With Love? [A.B.]

Just The Beginning

Catalina's Point Of View~🔥

Have you ever regretted something at the very last moment, but you've gone too far to go back? That's how I felt in this very moment. It was a wonder that you could already miss home so much, but you've only been gone for a small amount of time. I longed to take care of Lucy and hear one of abuela's lectures that I didn't know I would miss. I wanted to wake up to the sun shining into my room and the birds singing outside, but I promised them I would win this damn show.

"Nervous?" A deep, accented voice tore me from my thoughts.

I chuckled quietly and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. "Well, it isn't every day you're on national television."

The man talking to me was handsome and there was no doubt to it. Smooth, tanned skin, chiseled muscles, sharp jaw line, alluring green eyes and a stupid charming smirk to top it all off. Needless to say, he was an Adonis.

"That is true, I suppose." He smirked at me. "Alejandro."

"Catalina." I smiled back.

"What a unique and beautiful name. It's a pleasure to meet you, Catalina." Alejandro took my hand, pressing his lips to my knuckles.

I could feel the blush creeping up my neck and onto my cheeks. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Alejandro."

I could hear Chris' voice from outside of the shuttle now, bringing back all feelings of nervousness. Almost everyone filed out of the shuttle, leaving a purple haired girl in the corner, Alejandro and I left.

"Oh Dios mío..." I moaned quietly, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know if I'm ready for this."

Alejandro place a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You'll do wonderfully. You look like you were made for television."

I smiled weakly at him. I could feel the blush rising back to my cheeks. "Thank you."

"He's an honor roll student with a diplomat for a dad..."

Alejandro stood up, sending one last smile to me. "That's my cue. See you in a minute."

"See you."

... He's going to be a problem.

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"Singing? I thought Chris was joking about that." Gwen said as we walked into another room.

"I don't have a problem with it." Courtney shrugged.

"Yeah. 'Cause you like singing." LeShawna sassed.

"Well I don't. Girls sing. Little birdies sing. Duncans. Do. Not. Sing." Duncan glared, crossing his arms over his chest angrily.

"Think I'll get to beat box?" Harold asked.

"I'll beat you if you try." Duncan threatened, holding a fist to Harold's face.

I quickly stood in between them, pushing Duncan's fist down and ignoring Courtney's glare directed toward me for touching her boyfriend. "Let's not fight right now. What's your motive, Chris?"

"Yeah! Why are you doing this to us?" Heather asked angrily.

"Singing reality shows are huge! And the worse the singing, the higher the ratings, which is why on this show, there will be no vocal coaches or rehearsals or warning!" There was a collective groan among all of us. "Any who, this is the dining area where you will enjoy inflight meals."

"Not for long, eh! Prepare to lose to the Zeke!" Ezekiel pumped his arms in the air, making me crinkle my nose. I could smell his b.o. from the back of the group. Does he even shower?