Roxy

chapter 43: suicidal crushes

(Roxy's P. O. V)

"What do you mean you don't have an Instagram account?" Ximena looked at me incredulously and I just shrugged.

"It's never really been my thing."

"What about Facebook?" I shook my head. "Tumblr?" I shook my head again. "Snapchat?" Same response. She gasped before saying "tiktok?"

"I don't even know what that is." I replied and her mouth fell open.

"You sure you're 21 and not 78?" She asked and I groaned in annoyance making her giggle. But I still can't deny how much I like her, she's a really good person.

When I walked in yesterday to find Rolland on his knees in front of Ximena I nearly had a panic attack. I thought I walked in on a proposal.

But thankfully, Rolland just messed up again and was just apologizing. I'm not saying I have a problem if he did propose. It's just that it would be... Too soon. Way too soon.

Speaking of the devil, he walked out of his room typing away on his phone as he headed for the front door. Not even bother sparing us a glance. "Morning." Ximena greeted and he stopped dead in his tracks.

He didn't look away from his phone, it took him seven seconds to reply "morning" and he was out the door. Ximena sighed from beside me.

"Don't worry, he'll come around....I think. You're the first person I've ever heard him apologize to. Not to speak of getting down on his knees." I said taking a sip of water.

"I'm glad he apologized... it's just that he's going to treat me so differently now. He even said he'll leave me alone." She sighed.

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Well.... not exactly." She said and I raised a brow.

"Care to elaborate."

"IhaveacrushonRolland" she said way to quickly.

"Okay, now I'm going to need you to talk slower so I can understand you."

She took a deep breath before saying. "I. Have. A. Crush. On. Rolland." She said and my mouth fell open. At the corner of my eye I saw Ronan freeze in his tracks, probably hearing Ximena's confession.

"But-but you act like you hate him. You always fight with him, you never want to be close to him-" I said trying to piece everything together. Like I once said love is stupid. But now, crushes are insanity.

"Okay, let me explain. Like every girl in America, we all want to be with Rolland Ferrer. The hottest man in America, I was one of them-" Ximena was interrupted by a crashing sound.

Ximena turned around and I tilted my head to see Ronan standing next to a broken flower vase, but what caught my attention was the blood in his hand. Ximena gasped and walked over to him and inspected his hand.

"Oh my God! What happened? I didn't even realize you were behind me. Come I'll-" Ximena was interrupted once again as Ronan roughly yanked his hand away and stormed back to his room.

Ximena turned to me with a look of worry and confusion. I sighed shaking my head. "You still haven't figured it out yet huh?" I said walking towards her.

"Figured what out?" She asked as her eyebrows furrowed.

"Ximena, they both like you. Why do you think they fought each other over you? Why do you think Ronan blushes over every little thing you do? Why do you think Rolland hates It when you spend more time with Ronan than with him? That's why he barges in whenever you two are together. Why do you think Ronan invited you on this trip? Why do you think Rolland didn't bring any of his sluts with him to this Vacation? Why do you think Rolland is so bent on hanging out with you? It's not to sleep with you, it's to be with you." Woah! That was a lot of ' why do you thinks'.