this is temporary - alvaro romero (sequel to before everything)

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NEW CHARACTER
edwin mendoza

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alejandro's pov
there stood edwin, staring at us. i got up as soon as i saw him, pushing him towards the wall. i held him up against it, getting ready to punch the shit out of him. the boys were trying to calm me down.

a little back story. edwin is y/n's ex. he didn't treat her right, you could say. he abused her, and did many other things. eventually, we got him to leave new jersey. we also got him to not come to new york, but here he is...

how did this not cause a scene, you may ask ? well, our good friend mateo works at the cafe we are at. he's the only one closing down, so he invited us to come into the city. that's where everything led up, to here.

alejandro : what are you doing back in new york ? we thought you learned better, edwin.
edwin : i heard about y/n. came to see if it was true, but apparently it is.

i let him go. he started laughing.

rodrigo : what's so funny about my sister's disappearance, ?
edwin : she got what she deserved.

rodrigo lost it. he tackled edwin, giving him some good punches. the rest of us boys kept our cool. we eventually pulled rodrigo off of edwin. we threw edwin out of the cafe. he doesn't know shit about y/n. he doesn't get to call her these horrible names, especially when she wasn't the one in the wrong.

i looked at alvaro. he was crying, and so was rodrigo. everyone's had it rough.

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3:39 am
we went to a rooftop that had a random, big couch on it. it was decorated with pretty fairy lights also. we all sat down in silence. we didn't know what to say after everything. rodrigo broke the silence.

rodrigo : um... me and my mom are leaving next week back down to georgia. my dad will be staying in jersey, though. i'll come visit during the holidays.
alvaro : so it's final ?
rodrigo : yeah...

silence again. we got worse at talking to each other. y/n was the one holding the group together, and so was victoria chase. they were the life of the party, and so was rachael amber. god, if only things were different.

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5:47 am
we were all talking, now. we went through all the memories. the good and the bad. the sad and the happy. the mean and the nice. the angry and the not so angry we got interrupted by a phone call. everyone pulled out their phones, but it was rodrigo's phone. he looked at us, answered, and then put it on speaker. it was his mom.

rodrigo : mom, is everything okay ?
mom : rodrigo, are you with your friends ?
rodrigo : yes, mom. why ? is everything okay ?
mom : ... they found victoria. she's alive.