Narrator:
Violetta followed Federico up into his room.
"Leave," Federico demanded.
"No, Fede, just let me explain," Violetta begged.
"You don't need to explain. I reject you and you start acting cocky. Vilu, you're so mature," Federico said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"But, i didn't mean it like that! Fede, i meant that Olga shouldn't worry about Leon because i wouldn't even let him touch me. Not that--" Federico cut Violetta off, an unimpressed look painting his face.
"Yeah, i saw that," Federico snickered.
"That was only to get your attention," Violetta confessed.
"Well, congratulations. You got my attention and you got me beat up," Federico sighed, thinking back at the trauma. He shivered.
"And i'm so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen. Fede, i care so much for you, i really do," Violetta said.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Well, i don't care for you. If i were you, i'd leave. Your boyfriend's at the door," Federico led Violetta out of his room, harshly closing the door behind her.
Meanwhile:
"Since when do you know?" Diego asked.
"Do you think that i'm stupid? You made it too obvious," Marco chuckled.
"Well, why did you keep forcing me to tell?" Diego asked.
"I wanted to hear you say it," Marco confessed, a smile creeping onto his face.
"Marco, i'm in love with you," Diego confessed.
Marco smiled, putting his arm around Diego's neck as he leaned in.
Their lips weren't even an inch away from each others as they were interrupted.
"Diego?" Gregorio gasped.
