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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"Can I also get two- ouch, you little! Make that three iced coffees," Zabdiel tossed an empty water bottle back at his sister, glaring at her in the rearview mirror. All five boys had accompanied her to her interview, stacked in an SUV. Joel sat up in front with Zabdiel, Erick, and Christopher in the far back. Which left her in the middle with Richard, smacking each other like young kids. "Would you two quit it?"
"She's the one who took my donut!"
"I didn't touch your donut, you son of a-"
"Language, niños," Christopher smirked, sneakily poking Zoe in the side from behind her. She stifled a yelp, whirling around to shoot him a look. "Is something wrong?" He rose his eyebrows, cheekily playing a card of innocence. Zoe rolled her eyes, facing the front just as she was offered her drink. A small smile played on his lips when he saw the childlike joy on her face, sipping from the plastic straw.
Zoe slouched down in her seat, eyes starting to close with exhaustion. She hadn't been sleeping well over the past month, dealing with everything from school to David. It seemed that no matter how many times she blocked his number, he got a new phone and started in again. She would change her number, but it got to be too much work. He wouldn't stop and she hadn't told anyone else about it.
Instead, choosing to suffer in silence.
"Here," A big black jean jacket was dropped over the edge of her seat, landing right on Zoe's chest. She arched her neck to look at the face hanging over her, smiling gratefully at Christopher. Slipping on the article of clothing, his jacket swallowed her smaller frame whole. It smelt like heaven, a perfect mixture that she couldn't describe. "Go to sleep, Zobeida." They were the only people to constantly call each other by their full names.
Richard and Erick grinned at their interaction, wanting it to happen more than Christopher and Zoe did. "Pequeña," She cracked her eyes open to meet her brothers once again, worry radiating off him in waves. "We'll be home in a few minutes, okay?" Zoe could feel her throat starting to turn raw and nose stuffed, Zabdiel noticing it before she did. "I think there's some soup in the cupboard," Zoe smiled drowsily, using Richard's shoulder as a pillow.
