BAD BLOOD // Raphael Santiago

Fourteen: Romeo and Juliet

"Mi amor", a deep voice spoke, dripping with heavy Mexican. He stroked her long blond hair caressly letting the girl lean on his chest.

"What are you reading? You look very in deep thoughts." The girl in his arms sighed closing the book.

"It's nothing," she said.

"It's not, you are puckering up your perfectly smooth forehead."

The girl let out a short laugh, grabbing his hands and wrapping them around her shoulders. She had never thought that she would feel like this. Controversial. At the same time, she was feeling that uttermost amount of affection towards him that was almost reaching a different level of fondness. She knew she was falling for him, hard. But love comes with a price, especially when she was falling for Miguel Diaz.

She knew he was not the purest of them all. Not like she was either, but she had been a good girl.

Always. Might explain why the sudden eagerness for a bad man felt like a good idea. But Miguel was not bad, not for her.

He loved her.

Or so she believed.

"Nothing, just a book I used to love," Emma sighed, tossing the book away from the bed. Miguel raised his sharp eyebrows getting a glimpse of the book cover. His usually settle poker face softened for a minute as he saw the book.

"Shakespeare, it's a classic."

"It's a cliché Miguel," Emma said pressing her lips into a white line. Truthfully the book had been a gift. From someone, she had trusted very greatly. He had known her desire for old school classics.

"No, it's a classic," Miguel continued, a playful smirk spreading to his lips. "Even if it's Romeo and Juliet, it's a classic everyone should be reading."

"I mean the story is a tragedy."

"I love tragedies," he added.

Miguel smirked at Emma's smile as the girl leaned closer to him.

"Why don't you love it anymore?" Miguel asked looking curiously to the blond on his arms.

Emma sighed. She would rather not talk about but it's was only Miguel. She trusted him. She wanted to trust him because he felt different. He felt real.

"You don't hear my sob story."

Miguel smirked again, "What if I do?"

"The book was a gift and it was just an embarrassing crush." Emma lowered her gaze, away from Miguel's brown eyes.

"The feeling was not mutual."

"Let me guess, he was still in love with his ex?" Miguel stated, rolling his eyes. He was catching the idea behind Emma's story. The girl was a dump, of course, he knew that, but she was giving him all the glues.

"So, Raphael Santiago is the man behind the book?"

"Yeah, I know it was stupid to have a crush on him in the first place. I mean he's always had his eyes only for that bitch," Emma said, her voice turning darker, almost spitting out the last words.

"You're talking about Octavia Rivers, you might as well say her name."

"You know they were married, it's Santiago."

"I know but when I knew her, she preferred the Rivers instead of Santiago," Miguel pointed out.

"So, you know the story, not actually a relationship I would call healthy," Emma continued. Miguel rolled his eyes. He wouldn't call their relationship healthy either, or whatever this was.