She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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(Y'all finally gonna know wtf is AJ's deal... hella long ass chapter too)

Camila

Once Javi and I reached my bedroom, I plopped down on my bed as she closes the door. When she turns to me, she had this look on her face that was borderline stoic.

I furrowed my eyebrows at her, watching as she slowly made it over to me and took a seat beside me. She takes my hand and kisses my knuckles tenderly. The gesture causes my face to heat up and a smile to form.

It's little things like this that makes me fall deeper in love with her.

She looks up at me, her gorgeous brown eyes staring into mine as a small, but beautiful smile graces her face. We just stare at each other for a few silent moments before she leans in and places the sweetest of kisses onto my lips.

A plethora of amazing emotions explode throughout my body as soon as her lips touched mine.

My hand reaches up to her neck where I play at her baby hairs and her hands carefully find themselves on my waist. Just as I started to deepen it, she breaks it, much to my disappointment.

She stares at me for a bit, that unreadable expression back on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked in concern, still fiddling with her hair. She sighs deeply, "I have somethin' important to tell you." Her tone was serious; it honestly worried me. "What is it?"

She looks away from me and sucks her bottom lip into her mouth briefly. "I haven't been... completely honest with you," her voice hesitant. I drop my hand from her and she gives me this somewhat hurt expression.

I was gonna replace my hand, but she suddenly stands.

She huffs out a breath while running a hand through her damp looking hair. "You deserve to know," she mutters to herself. I started to ask her what, but instead just let her continue.

"Remember a few weeks ago? When Pebs, Nick, and me got roughed up?" I nod silently. "And I 'saved' us?" She uses air quotes around the word. I hum in affirmation.

"Well," she starts, taking her place back beside me. "I got involved with some pretty dangerous people back when I was 13 or so," she rushes out. I stare at her with furrowed brows, "Wait, what? For real?"

She nods, "Yeah. They were friends of my older brother. Apparently, they needed someone that was crazy smart and clever. My brother bragged that I was in some classes above his own grade level. Like, I took 11th grade Chemistry in 8th grade. I was, well I still kinda am, a strategic thinker."

She takes a deep breath then looks down at the floor, "They needed someone that could help them sneak around and dumb shit like that. It was pretty juvenile in the beginning, but then those guys had connects. Within a year or so of working with them, they became more serious. Brutal even," she says the last part with a haunted whisper.

"What do you mean, babe?" I ask, rubbing her back. She looks up at me, eyes full of horrific memories, but her baby face held no emotion. "I watched them torture and kill people, Mimi," she says abruptly. I gasp, covering my mouth.

She nods, "Yeah." Barely whispering.

"Holy shit," I breathe out. She looks away again, "They even hurt me a few times when I didn't wanna be involved no more once I got together with Louie's momma." She runs a slightly shaky hand through her damp hair.

"I wasn't doing anything for free, though. I helped come up with lucrative shit and how we'd establish them successfully. I came up with not using guns, but chemicals to kill or simply torture anyone, for example, my crossbow."