Guarding My Heart

Ocho : El apartamento

El punto de vista de Lea

I didn't know what he meant by that but after reading his lips and seeing him point back to his cramped up room, I got up from my make shift seat,dusted my night dress and went into the room. Locking myself inside. I'm not sure where he is going together with the long haired old guy but I caught something like 'penalizing'. I didn't know what penalizing meant in their 'gang' language but I'm pretty sure that it's not a good thing. Gabriel's eyes practically showed fear. He obviously knows what penalizing meant.

Looking around the whole room, it was barely fifty feet and only had a single bed and a chair. On the chair was Gabriel's clothes, all neatly piled into a stack. They were all clean and smells faintly like soap. Like, the soap that we use to bath with. I didn't feel like lying down on his bed because of the boyish smell so I found a spot and sat down on the floor instead. It was hot. There isn't an air conditioner or a fan inside of the small room and I couldn't breathe.

However, there was a window. Standing up from the floor, I sat on the bed and reached over to the window, pushing it open just a little to get some air into the room. I was looking out the window at the guys all littered around the ground when I caught sight of James. He was hurrying over to the room like he had forgotten something inside of here. Looking around the room, there was nothing that can supposedly be his.

I waited until he was near before unlocking the door and stepping outside, the fresh air hitting me instantly. In one of his hand, he was holding a plastic bag. When he reached me, he walked past me and into the room, guiding me to shut the door after him. I gave him a ridiculed look. "Umm, is it appropriate? You're a guy and I'm a girl and it's weird enough already that we're both in here together....wouldn't it be more weird if people started having thoughts of what we're doing behind this closed door?" I'm not trying to be rude but it was the truth. I can't let people see me inside of a room together with a guy. It has never happened before and I wouldn't want it to happen.

James sighed, sitting down on the bed, he said "Fine. Have it your way"

I left the door open and sat back down at the corner of the room, feeling the air make it's way into the small room and filling the atmosphere. I was checking my phone for any calls or messages when James snatched my phone away from me. Pocketing it in his jacket "Don't. People can track your cell phone and when they do, you'll be thrown out of here. Where's Tate?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. My phone and Tate. Who the hell is Tate? "Who is Tate? I don't know anyone named Tate"

James looked outside the window, his eyes scanning the crowd before he turned back to me "Gabriel. Where is Gabriel?"

"He went out together with a long haired guy. I caught them saying something like Penalizing and house. I didn't know what that meant though" I was being as honest as I can be. I don't want to lie to James and get myself into a load of trouble just because of one silly lie.

James ran a tired hand over his stubble chin, hitting the back of his head at the wall made of wood behind him. "Fuck" He cussed under his breath "Fucking Rambo" He was speaking in a low voice and muttering to himself in Spanish. I didn't know what he meant and didn't want to know too.

I turned my attention to my bare feet, watching my toes dance together. I wanted to ask James who that long haired old guy is and what penalizing meant but seeing his frustrated face, I decided not to. He seems mad at himself. I looked out the opened door, seeing the guys dicking around each other. It reminded me of Rica and what she's going to say when she found out that I'm no longer in the mansion and her red four inch heels might be long gone already. It also made me think of Rocio and his girlfriend over at the party.