Battle Field .Z.M. ( sequel to Soldier )

Chapter 19: He Only Loves Me

~Maria's POV~

Carlos and I were walking the in hallway as our fingers were laced together. We stopped at my class. Carlos has gym this period while I'm in math.

"I'll see later baby." Carlos said, kissing me. "I love you, baba."

"I love you." I giggled. Carlos kissed me once last time and left. I walked in my class to....Brittany. Not only do I hate her but I hate her even more when she keeps flirting with Carlos and she knows he's with me.

I sat down in my seat that I sit everyday. In the front. But then my mood is ruined she sits next to me. "Hello, Maria...right?"

"Yes.." I said, nodding.

"It must be awesome to be with Carlos, huh? Now that he got...hotter." Brittany said.

I wanted to say back off but...I couldn't.... "Yes it is."

*****

I was walking in the hallway as I went to my locker. As I closed it, two hands pitched my butt. I jumped and turned around. Seeing that smile on Carlos' face. "Hello sexy."

"You scared me." I giggled. "And hello handsome."

"So what do you have next?" Carlos asked. "I wanna be with you."

"I have..gym." I said. "I'm sorry."

Carlos frowned. "I have to wait until lunch."

"Yes, you do." I said. "I'll see you later."

"Alright, baby." Carlos said, kissing me and then leaving. I went to the gym. I saw Elizaebth walking with some friends.

"Eliza." I smiled.

"Hey, Marie." She smiled back.

I went down in the girl's locker room and started to undress myself. After I was done putting my shirt on Brittany walked up to me...is this girl in all my class?!

"Look, Maria." She said. "Carlos doesn't love you, he only loves me,"

"How dare you say to me?" I asked. "I don't even know you and your starting shit with me already."

"Carlos doesn't love you, Maria. He'll always love me. Why? Because I was his frist love and he'll want to have sex with me, you'll see." Brittany said.

"He's moved on." I said. "He doesn't love you anymore, Brittany."

"Oh Maria." Brittany smiled. "You'll see."

Brittany walked away as I was left alone in the locker room...could this be...true?

****

For the rest of the day, I didn't talk to Carlos, lay on him, kiss him, or anything. I felt hurt. What Brittany keeps ringing in my head. After lunch is when we go home.

As we walked in the house, Carlos pulled me. "What is wrong?"

"Nothing." I lie.

"Stop lying to me." Carlos said. "You've been really quiet."

I put my bag down on the ground and look at Carlos. "Do you still love Brittany? Do still want to have sex with her, Carlos?"

"What? Hell no." Carlos said. "Why do you ask this?"

"She said...you only love her, you'll want to have sex with her because she was your first love and girlfriend." I felt myself getting upset and ended up crying. Carlos is the best thing that ever happened to me. I love him so much.

"Maria." Carlos said.

I cried into my plams. Carlos lifted my head up and looked into my eyes. He put both of his hands on the sides of my face and kissed me, slowly. All of me calmed down as I kissed back.

Carlos backed me up against the wall as I opened my mouth to breath. His tongaue slipped in my mouth. Carlos' hand went under my shirt.

"Carlos-"

"Yes, I know." He said, picking me up. We went up to his room and finished what we started.

*****

~Carlos' POV~

I sat up from my bed. Seeing Maria asleep. I kissed her head before I took a shower and put some clothes on. When I turned around as I was fixing my shirt I saw my father standing there with his arms crossed on his chest.

"How did you.." I asked. "Without me hearing you?"

"Magic." My father smirked.

"Did I do something?" I asked.

"Yeah you did." My father said.

"What?" I asked.

"Moaning." He said. He threw me a roll of ducktape. "I told you to use it."

I sighed putting it on my nightstand. "I'm not puttinf ducktape on my mouth nor Maria's."

"Then you better find away to shut the fuck up when you're having sex because I would like to sleep in peace." My father said, rubbing his head.

"I'm sorry?" I shrugged.

"That's ok, because I'm going to walk in on you. And then we'll see if you'll be quiet." My father said, leaving.

He should be the one to talk. He's always making noise-let's not get into my mum and dad's business...it grosses me out when I think about it..