Zobeida De Jesus was the 20-year-old sister of Zabdiel, a member of CNCO. She was by no means riding her brother's coattails, already a successful actress in a tv show called 'Shadowhunters'. This firey, headstrong, Latina moves to Ecuador with the...
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Me estoy volviendo loca
(I'm going insane)
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An ear-piercing shatter echoed from upstairs, catching Christopher's attention. The culprit had thought she was the only one home, but he had arrived a few minutes ago from the gym. He paused, going back to what he was doing until he heard another crash. Christopher sprinted upstairs, almost kicking in her bedroom door.
"Zoe-" She had another vase in her hand, two more in pieces along her bedroom floor. "Que demonios?" Christopher carefully stepped inside, mentally congratulating himself for still having his shoes on. Zoe's chest rose and fell rapidly, looking at him with glazed eyes. Not caring about the glass under his covered feet, he crossed the room until she was right in front of him. "Give it to me," Christopher gently slid his hand over hers, prying the vase out of her grip.
Sitting it on the cabinet beside them, he just barely caught her before she fell. "Oh!" He lifted her up into his arms, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Princesa," Zoe curled in herself, trying not to cry. Christopher's heart ached at the sight, rocking her back and forth until she calmed down. "Tell me what's wrong," He whispered against her hair, feeling her shake with bitter laughter that made him frown.
"It's stupid," He clicked his tongue in disapproval, squeezing her knee. "I'm stressed out, Christopher." She expected him to laugh or leave, call her pathetic for destroying her room because she was stressed. But instead, he pulled her closer and hummed to signal he was listening. "School's a lot. Between my workload and preparing for my demo-"
"Woah woah woah," Zoe winced, having said more than she intended too. "What do you mean a demo? You sing?" Rising her head from his chest, Zoe nodded gingerly. Christopher grinned happily, lifting her up as if she weighed a pound. "Get dressed, Princesa. I have just the thing for you," Carrying her into the bathroom he placed her on the counter and held up a finger, telling her to stay put. He returned a few minutes later with a pair of black stripper heels and a matching tight, short dress with a keyhole chest cutout. "You don't have to wear this, you look gorgeous in anything." Christopher sent her a quick grin, shutting the bathroom door on his way out.
Damn, that boy could make her heart race.
Quickly jumping in the shower, she scrubbed off any remnants of dirt or tears. To be honest, she whole-heartedly planned on wearing what he'd picked out considering its 100% something she would have. Once her hair was blow-dried and curled, she put on a thin face of makeup with her usual bold red lipstick. Going over to her clothing, Zoe's skin turned hot when she realized he'd even picked out a black lace bra and thong. Her favorite set, might she add.
Fully clothed, Zoe confidently stepped out of the bathroom. The glass that covered her room half an hour ago was now gone, heart flooding with emotions. "Ready?" Christopher walked in without knocking, dressed in all black. She always thought he was good looking but damn, did he look amazing in a button-up. He must've seen something he liked as well, for he came to a full stop before her. "Santa mierda," Holy shit. Christopher swore under his breath, gaping at Zoe.
Cheeks burning red, Zoe bit her bottom lip. Christopher's gaze went directly to the source, unable to stop himself from wanting to be the one doing it instead. Clearing his head with a slight shake, he scolded himself for thinking that of his best friend's little sister. Little did he know that she was doing the same to him, staring at his hands.
"We, uh, should get going." He finally broke them from their daze, scratching the back of his neck nervously. Reaching for her clutch, she walked past him and downstairs carefully. Christopher opened the passenger door for her once they reached his car, bringing a small smile to her lips. Climbing into the drivers' side, he couldn't help but look over at her every few seconds. "You look beautiful, Princesa."
"You don't look too bad yourself, Guapo." Zoe winked, blood rushing to the tips of Christopher's ears when she called him handsome. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel, showing off the many rings he wore. For the slightest second, she allowed her mind to wander, wondering if his rings would leave an impression around her thro-
"We're here," He brought her from her daze, smirking knowingly. "After you," Christopher motioned for Zoe to go in first, entering the nightclub right behind her. "I know how we're going to help relax you for your music." He whispered in her ear, hand moving to the small of her back so he could guide her through the crowd. They reached a tiny DJ booth beside the empty stage, Christopher digging out money from his pocket. "Pick a song, Princesa."
She gave him a confused look, not understanding why. He rolled his eyes, gesturing to the book. "Do it, or I will." Zoe must've taken too long since Christopher leaned over and whispered something to the DJ. "Now, get up there." Pointing to the stage, he basically shoved her onto the platform. She glared at him, finally understanding what he was doing. "You got this, Princesa." Christopher read the hesitation in her eyes, standing off in the corner.
The corners of her lips curled when she heard the song he'd chosen. Sin Pijama was one of her favorites and she had no clue how he knew that. Taking a deep breath, Zoe gripped the microphone and looked deep into Christopher's eyes.
"Solo, solito en la habitación
Busca, que busca de mi calor, uoh-oh, no-no
Quiere' remedio pa' tu dolor
Nadie te lo hace mejor que yo, uoh-oh, no-no"
It didn't take a rocket scientist to feel the heat between Christopher and Zoe in that club. But, they were both all too desperate to ignore it. For many reasons, whether it was over Zabdiel. Or, the fact Christopher thought he wasn't good for her because of his age. But, there was always going to be reasons why they shouldn't be together.
