OBLIVIOUS | AR ✓

003

"i definitely do not stare at alejandro, and i'm fine. honestly"

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october 13th, 2020
third person;

IT HAD BEEN OVER a week since desire joined and she has made quite a big impact in the group of friends such as following them everywhere they went, sitting with them, going over their houses to hang out but what the gang didn't know was that her and marisol were arguing privately while the friends chatted or had left.

They were all currently over alejandro's house in his bedroom. majority of the boys (mattia, kairi and alejandro) were looking at playboy magazines that he kept under his bed, desire and hazel were sat on the floor chatting, melanie, aileen and marisol were sitting on ales bed and robert, roshaun and alvaro were on their walkie talkies to each other - even though they were in the same room as each other - making jokes and laughing at the stupidest ones.

"what's up with you?" aileen asks as she nods her head at marisol.

marisol snapped out of her gaze and looked up at the two girls. "what do you mean?"

"well, first of all you haven't been yourself ever since desire joined the group and secondly you always seem to stare off into space which i find quite weird because you never just stare into space." aileen states.

"yeah, it's usually alejandro who you stare at." melanie wiggled her eyebrows and chuckled.

"shut your trap, mel," marisol playfully pushed the girl and giggled. "i definitely do not stare at alejandro and i'm fine. honestly."

aileen rolled her eyes. "we know you're lying but.. we'll leave it at that for now but i swear mar, if it gets any worse i will and i mean i will get to the bottom of this." she firmly spoke and marisol quickly nodded her head and put her hands up in surrender.

melanie and aileen continued talking and marisol looked through the gap of them and saw that desire was giving her death glares.

marisol looked down in her lap and fiddled with her fingers.

if looks could kill aye?

marisols eyes fluttered open and she woke up in not her room. it was a boys room.

she quickly sat up not recognizing the room only to see that alejandro was laying asleep on the floor.

she sighed and then smiled.

after a while of lying down and staring at the ceiling she sat back up and looked at the alarm clock to see what time it as.

2:52

it read in big red numbers. she huffed. it was to late to go home now and plus her parents would scold her.

she couldn't deal with the telling off now, she'd have to deal with it later on.

"marisol?" a voice groaned.

marisol looked down at the floor and saw that alejandro was now sitting with the white thin sheets wrapped around his shoulders.

"oh, sorry. did i wake you?" marisol asked frantically, feeling guilty if she did.

"no," he shook his head. "it's just to hot to sleep." he then shrugged.

his hands went to the rim of his top and was about to pull it upwards put immediately stopped and looked at marisol.

"you don't mind? do you?"

marisol shook her head.

thank god it was dark outside and in the room because marisol was blushing mad and i mean mad.

alejandro lifted the top off of his body and threw it on the floor.

even though they were best friend, marisol had never seen him topless, i mean why would she? it's not like they've done anything inappropriate that'd make him not need a top.

"when did the others leave?" she asked out of curiosity.

"about an hour after you fell asleep. they asked if they should take you home but i just said to leave you there," he replied. "also desire wanted to spend the night as well but i said no because there'd be nowhere to sleep."

marisol slowly nodded.

after that the two talked all night and thank gosh it was saturday
tomorrow otherwise they'd have to get up early.

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hey, this is a short one but i promise that the next chapter will be longer and will have juicy gossip.
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