baby - alejandro rosario

chapter 4

the next couple of days after my mom left were boring. it's the same routine, wake up late, go to school late, come home alone and do homework until i fall asleep on my bed.

i haven't talked to kairi or alejandro. no moves played.

i start undressing myself to get ready for a shower. i slip off my shirt and undo my bra. i wrap myself with a thin towel and turn the nob and a burst of cold water comes out.

i sit on my bed until i wait for the water to warm up and my door rings.

what the fuck.

i head downstairs and peeped through the looking hole thing and see a tan figure waiting outside. i furrow my brows. who the fuck would come to my house? it's not josh, he is not that tan. i take a peep again and they are still there. interesting.

should i open the door? yo what if it's a murderer. IM NAKED. oh my god.

the door bell rings again and i scream. that fuckinv scared me.

"HEY. i know you're there please open up" a familiar voice speaks out in a soft tone.

i open the door and made eye contact with big brown eyes. i zone out and look at his face and it's cute soccer boy, alejandro. i pinch myself to see if this wasn't a dream and he stares at me like i'm a fucking weirdo.

"um why are you looking at me like that?"

he blushes and scratches the back of his head, "probably because this is our second conversation and your outfit is just a towel."

my eyes widen and i immediately realize how embarrassing this moment is. "OH my fucking god, alejandro i'm so sorry."

he giggles , "hey man, i don't mind. the view is pretty cute when she's embarrassed."

i smile and shook my head. "i'm sorry, whats up?"

"oh yeah, uh i was jogging and i fell and scraped my knee, do you have a bandaid?"

do i have a bandaid? yes of course i do. wait, how does he know this is my house? i never told him where i lived and i never see him run this way. what the fuck.

"ale?"

"yeah?" he looks up at me and makes eye contact with me.

my heart starts to soften up as i gaze into his sparkling brown eyes. "how did you know this was my house?"

he breaks the eye contact. he starts to breathe really quickly and dodgers with his finger. he's nervous?

"um, i don't know. i just- i had a hunch i guess"

"a hunch?"

"well ok no. This wasn't how i wanted to tell you this but, i asked for your address through your friend josh."

i raised my eyebrow and look at him, "why would you want my address?"

"i'm throwing a party at my house on friday night. and i wanted you to come" his voice starts to pitch up higher. and he looks down at the ground.

"oh, okay." i signaled him to come inside and i head towards the kitchen. our kitchen is on the right side of the house. my mom, she is a very avid cooker and loves anything food related that she can make on her new stove top. she practically treats it like her baby.

he follows me in and i can sense him staring at my behind but i can't help but smirk at the thought.

"normally, we keep the bandaids at this top shelf but i can't reach it. could you help?" i ask him signaling towards a red emergency kit on the top shelf of the wall pantry.