Broken Dreams Club - Elite

VIII

A/N: I'M CANCELLING THIS STORY! 

LMAO April fools

"Buenos dias, mija." Mariposa Velazquez smiled largely as her daughter descended from the stairs early that Friday morning in her uniform. 

"Hola." Alaska murmured simply in response, resisting the urge to roll her eyes at her. 

Mariposa ignored the slight coldness and walked towards her to give her a small kiss on her cheek, which she did . . . much to her daughter's discontent. 

"Would you like some breakfast?"she asked with a beam. 

"I'm not hungry." 

"Oh . . . well I can cut up some fruits for you if you'd like. Some strawberries and mangos-"

She was about to deny the request again, but it wasn't until she was going to attempt to walk away that she noticed Alejandro was sitting at the table, giving her the look she knew all too well. This time she did roll her eyes, but at him.

"Vale, gracias." 

The small agreement alone was more than enough to make their mother smile again trying to hide the disbelief on her face. 

Alaska went to go and join her brother at the table who was looking at her, with a stupid smile on his face.

"So is anything going on at school today?" Their mother asked from her spot at the dining table as she began to slice a mango.

"Nothing; well, nothing worth talking about anyway." Ale replied, with his mouth wide open full of Frosties. Alaska winced.

"Aye, don't talk with your mouth full, por favor." 

He stuck his tongue out and gave her the middle finger in response, which she likewise returned.

"Really? Nothing? This year is going quite slow in terms of events, am I right? Last year, my God there were many things going on." She added, going on to the strawberries.

"It's only the start of the year."

"Si pero, I expected it to be busier, no? Parties and what not." 

"Well there is one party going on, I might go actually."

"Yeah? Who's? Do I know the parents?" Mariposa looked up for a brief second to face her son.

"No, definitely not. It's a house party by one of the new students."

Now this peaked Alaska's interest.

"Which one? Definitely not Nadia."

"No, no, claro que si, not Nadia. Samuel."

Alaska raised her eyebrows in a little bit of surprise. She would've thought that if any of them, it would be Christian since he was so loud and outgoing. But then again, she didn't really know Samuel. 

"Interesting."

"Yeah, I guess. He sent out invitations through text yesterday." 

That makes sense, she didn't get any kind of text whatsoever. But then again, no one except the people who needed to, had her number.

She simply nodded her head, and just then her mother slid the bowl of cut fruits in her direction over her  the rough oak dining table. She nodded with thanks and looked at the slightly funny looking chopped up fruit next to her. When she said her mum couldn't cook, she meant that lady could not cook. But she tried, and it was the effort that Alejandro found nice, but Alaska, was never going to fall for it. She took a bite out of the slightly botched mango chunk anyway.