In which a student of Las Encinas takes on love, friendships, betrayals and death for the last time.
Netflix's ELITE Season 3.
WARNING: Toxic relationships, dark thoughts, drug use, death, depression.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters or plo...
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N O T H I N G S E E M E D T O M A K E S E N S E anymore. There was no pain left, no worries, most importantly no feelings as Reina danced by herself on the dance floor, her body flowing with the music. She roamed her arms around her body, swaying her hair to the beat, grinning to herself.
Reina felt like she was on some kind of ecstasy, because nothing mattered anymore. She didn't even care if Valerio was near her, looking at her every move, so eager to put his hands on her, especially when she moved like this. More importantly, Reina didn't even care Polo kept glancing at her discretely, his face suggesting he felt the same way Valerio did, maybe even more.
The redhead had zero cares in the world, allowing herself to have a good time. A guy approached her so Reina grinned, dancing closer towards him. Soon, his hands were on her hips so she pulled him closer, smelling expensive cologne and body-wash on the male. Reina breathed out shakily, her cold breath landing on the guy's neck so he pulled away with a smirk.
It was against Reina completely to go out of her way like this, but she had a bottle or two worth of alcohol in her system, surpassing even her summer's alcohol intake and she drank a lot during those three torturous months. If anyone saw her, she simply gave no fucks.
Reina turned her head towards Valerio, seeing him stand in the middle of the dance floor as Cayetana danced circles around both guys, clearly smitten by the affection Valerio showed her. He looked jealous, his sculpted jaw clenching so Reina smirked, winking at him and turned back to the guy she didn't even bother learning the name of.
Wrapping both of her arms around the guy's neck, Reina leaned to whisper something into his ear, her eyes glued on Valerio as if she was bewitching the male, but before Valerio could even take a step forward to stop Reina's gun game, someone else unglued the guy off of Reina. "Hey, man!" the guy complained as Reina turned to see Guzman's scowl.
"Back off, the girl's drunk and underage," Guzman mused seriously, still standing between Reina and the guy. Upon hearing new information, the guy knew better and walked off, causing Guzman to sigh and face the redhead, who glared at him dully.
Reina turned her head back towards Valerio, but he was already turned away. This kind of ruined her whole little evil plan, but she knew that maybe Guzman's intervention was for the better. "So you're whoring out now?" the blond asked, still mad at her for something.
The redhead felt dizzy, realizing that by stopping dancing it took a real toll on her. She reached to hold onto Guzman, suddenly wanting to collapse. "Reina?" Guzman mused in worry, noticing her sweaty pale face. "Did you... Did you, perhaps, take drugs?"
