Te Amo

Chapter Two: Chico Bueno

Chapter Two: Chico Bueno (Hot Boy)

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Izzy and I have become best friends. I was introduced to some of her good friends, Zoë and Ricky. They're now also my good friends.

Tonight after my shift they're taking me to a club. Apparently it's the best one close by. The also said that tomorrow we'll go shopping at their favourite dress shop.

I'm full of excitement during my shift, making me a little messier than usual. Then I see him. He walks in with all his glory.

He steps into line and I stare.

He has perfectly tanned skin and he's wearing a bright red bandana around his head. His hair is brown and spiky and even from here I can see his deep brown eyes. He's wearing black jeans and running shoes with a simple black hoodie.

I lick my lips and as he walks to the counter I smile and I can't help the words that slip out.

"Te amo." I say. I slap a hand over my mouth.

He laughs. "English please."

"I'm sorry." I blush. "What would you like to order?"

"Well, Arya," He says reading my name tag. "Can I have an ice coffee?"

"Of course." I smile. "What's your name?"

"Alex." He says smoothly.

I sigh in content and I turn to make his ice coffee.

I write his name with more delicacy than I did when I wrote 'prom?'. I smile at the way my hand just flows over his name.

"Te amo." I repeat to myself. It was a click. This Alex is handsome and amazing. Too bad I'll never get to see him again...

I slide the cup to him. As he takes it our fingers brush. He yanks away and I can tell his smile is forced.

"Thanks." He says as he walks out.

I sigh and finish up my shift. I'll never see his perfect face again.

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I'm handed a short dress.

"Uh... No." I say to Izzy. I know on my tiny frame it would be longer, but I'd rather not wear that.

"Fine. Go put your own clothes on." Izzy says.

I will. I take out black skinny jeans and thigh high heels. I pull them on before leafing through my crop tops for the perfect one. I find a pure black one with a fringe. I slip it on and then I go ahead to applying my makeup.

I give myself a smokey eye look with grays and blacks and I put on eyeliner. I put a generous amount of mascara on. I put nude lips because my eyes are already bold and then I look at my hair...

What to do, what to do

"Izzy!" I call. She walks in from the bathroom, wearing the dress she was going to give me.

"You're smoking hot girl." Izzy says.

I laugh. "And you're looking good yourself." I wink. "Think you could help me do something with my hair?"

"We're curling it." Izzy says.

"But it's naturally curly..." I say taking it out of the braid.

Izzy gapes. I always have my hair in a braid, she has never seen it down yet.

"Wow. It's gorgeous! You should leave your hair down more often!" Izzy says.

"Thanks." I smile.