I Never Knew

Chapter 9

***YAY! This chapter was a lot of fun! There are two songs, one for Jay's POV, and one for Nya's. I super hate Jay's song, so it only has one verse in the actual story! Also, I picked the clean lyrics to omit that one curse word (I know, I know, I am a stickler), but it's super easy to find the regular version, if you'd rather listen to that!***

***(Jay's POV; song for his POV: "Señorita" by Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello)***

Nya inhales. "Okay, time for Spanish tutoring. I'm pretty sure we're meeting at the library." She smiles up at me, but I can see her eyes are troubled.

"What's wrong?" I ask. She's been off since Lloyd pulled her away to talk this afternoon.

"While we were outside the cafeteria, Lloyd and I overheard something," she frowns. "Can you do some surveillance this afternoon? I'll get Lloyd to cover for us with Wu."

I nod emphatically. "Sure." I can't believe she actually wants to spend time with me! "But – what exactly did you overhear?"

"Well, it looked like Chamille and Ha – "

"Do not tell me you are my new student," says a deep voice with a Spanish accent.

We both turn to see a muscular Latino teenager with curly black waves. His eyes, though, bother me – they look Nya up and down like she's some item for sale at a store. I take a step closer to her.

"I assume you're my Spanish tutor?" she smiles. She raises her brows, obviously aware of him checking her out.

"That would be me. I am Nadakhan," he introduces himself. "However, my friends call me Captain. It's a little easier to say."

"Why would they call you that?" Nya asks.

He shrugs. "I like ships. May I ask what your name is?"

"Sure, it's Nya," she replies.

He shakes his head. "No, I think not. You look like a...a...Dilara. Yes, that's perfect for you. Now, Dilara, where would you like to sit?"

"Um, well, it'll have to be a table that can fit at least three." She motions to me. "My boyfriend, Jay, is accompanying me."

Nadakhan suddenly notices my presence. "Oh, forgive my rudeness. I will always be glad to meet a suitor of Dilara." He gives me a bow. "But be forewarned, you may not want to watch while I charm her heart."

Nya rolls her eyes. "No one will be charming anything right now. I just need a Spanish lesson."

Her tutor laughs. "I can see why you like her! Ah, let's sit now, shall we?"

The three of us choose a table. While Nya and Nadakhan study basic Spanish vocabulary, I keep an eye on the guy. There's something...off...about him. And I'm not just thinking that because I'm jealous.

Oh, who am I kidding? I watch as Nya tips her head back and laughs at something he says. How can I compare to muscular Latino men?

The chords of a new song are strumming in my head, and I don't like it very much.

"I love it when you call me 'Señorita'.

I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya,

But every touch is ooh, la, la, la.

It's true, la, la, la.