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'I don't know, I just feel so sick. Ale was fine but I couldn't even get out of bed, I'm too tired.'

As Guzman read the reply, he thought his day couldn't get any worse. With the bad mood he was already in, on top of that, he couldn't see the one person he actually wanted to see. Walking from the swimming pool towards the changing room, he replied with telling her to feel better soon and that he'd pass by with some cookies.

He was even lucky that she was texting him, especially when he was so sure that at the charity event yesterday, he would still be grovelling for her forgiveness. But that was one of the many things he loved about her, she'd always hear a person out and judge whether or not they were deserving of her time or not. Guzman appreciated that.

"Are you okay?" A voice asked, entering the changing room. When Guzman turned around, he saw that it was only Alejandro. 

"Something like that." Guzman chuckled slightly, about to turn back to his phone, but stopped when he noticed the way he was smiling at his own. He might as well have a distraction for a little. 

"What's got you so happy?" 

"Hm?" Ale replied immediately, snapping his head up.

"Your smile's bigger than the country." 

Alejandro laughed, turning off the phone, smiling to himself as he sat on the bench.

"Girl problems; you know how it goes."

Guzman smiled to himself too, knowing that 'girl problems' meant either a girl was stressing him out or making him just too excited that it was messing with his head. But seeing the smile on his face, it was definitely the latter. 

"I definitely know how it goes believe me, your sister doesn't make it easy for me either." 

At his statement, both boys shared a laugh, Ale agreeing with Guzman that his sister infant didn't make it easy for Guzman, but then again, she never makes it easy for anybody.

"So who's the girl? Maybe I can help."

"I would tell you but I know how you feel about her already."

"Are you sure? - Okay never mind, I believe you. Well what seems to be the problem then?" Guzman asked, going over to sit opposite the blonde.

"I think I officially like her."

Alejandro had always been in tune with his feelings. Often, he knew how he felt about situations, acknowledged them, and decided how he would proceed based on his head and his heart. It was a trait his father had taught him from a very young age. The older man always believed that to make a strong man always consisted of listening to one's head and heart, being reasonable, and then making decisions based on both. It was a lesson Alejandro always kept close to his chest and utilised as and when need be. 

He knew that whenever he'd be excited to go into class, nervous whenever he'd receive funny texts on his phone, or even little things like receiving a smile from Nadia that he recognised as more than just friendship emotions that Alejandro knew all too well. He wouldn't say they were new to him because that would be a lie; he'd dated his fair share of girls so far and had experienced those same emotions with his ex-girlfriend, so it was a definite that where he was at not, his feelings for Nadia were familiar. 

"You think you like her or you like her? Cause those are different things and you know that." Guzman asked.

"I think I like her. I'm not so sure whether I actually like her or I like the idea of liking someone." Alejandro replied in all honesty. He had to admit that it was just a bit strange that after so long of having a real conversation with Guzman, it was as though they'd never drifted apart. They were talking normally like they did when they were younger.

"Okay, so long as it's not Yves, I think you should keep talking to her, getting to know her, maybe take her out a few times, and that's the only way you'll know," he paused to laugh, "so long as it's not Yves, cause she's a bit of a disaster." 

Ale couldn't help but agree with Guzman, his ex was beautiful but deadly at the same time, and it would be best if they just never got together again.

"I have to agree with you there-"

A pair of footsteps approached the two boys, interrupting their conversation, making both their heads turn to the entrance.

But it was only Ander.

Ander.

Who currently, Guzman was upset at.

After discovering that the reason Ander had disappeared for majority of the night was because he was hooking up with Omar. The problem wasn't because he was hooking up with another guy, the problem was that he was lying to him about it. That was what disappointed him.

But what hurt him the most was himself. As a friend, Guzman blamed himself for not seeing any signs sooner, and all night, he thought it was his own fault as well. Did he not make himself accessible to Ander? Did he do something ever that made him feel like Ander couldn't talk to him or be open about what he was going through? He wasn't sure.

Ander had no idea how his friends was feeling, but Alejandro could tell there was tension between the two of them because as soon as the curly haired boy walked in and acknowledged their presence, Guzman stood up and focused on what he was doing when he was alone, which was focusing on something on his phone.

But Ale didn't say anything, he just continued to observe. The anger radiating off him was something he knew Guzman and his sister had in common. Although Guzman's anger came in surges, didn't last more than days, and once he didn't keep that anger to himself, he definitely expressed it when he needed to, like what he did to Pablo when it was discovered that he infected Marina. Whereas Alaska bundled up the anger and bundled, and bundled; the day she would explode was yet to come, but Alejandro hoped that it wouldn't be for a long time. This characteristic the couple both shared was positive because it helped them understand each other's feelings, but extremely negative because when they fought, Alaska repressed it while Guzman expressed.  

"Oh by the way, I'm sorry about last night, man. When I got to the party I barely saw you so I got bored and left." Ander explained, "Ale, I tried looking for you and Ala too but I  noticed that the table was full where you were, but I saw Ala briefly."

"It's fine." Alejandro replied, but Guzman was yet to which was something Ale noticed, but Ander was oblivious to. 

He had a bad feeling something was going to occur.

Guzman took a towel out of his locker and slammed it faintly, which caused the other two boys in the room to turn to his direction as he walked to the sink and turned it on, but then started talking. 

"Don't you ever get tired of lying?" Guzman asked, turning to Ander.

"What?" 

Guzman stared at Ander.

"Do you think at this point anybody cares if you're into guys?"

Silence.

Alejandro had to pause from undoing his shoelaces and looked up at Guzman, surprised by what he had just revealed, and then at Ander, who looked to be in just the same amount of shock. Nonetheless, Ander walked towards him. In fear that an argument would break out, Alejandro stood up too, standing in the middle but on the side of both boys, just in case.

"No."

"Ah," Guzman replied sarcastically, "then why are you acting so weird? Why are you avoiding us?" Guzman asked, taking a step forward. Alejandro tensed a bit knowing that 'us' didn't include him or his sister because they weren't as close as they were before. He felt especially tense because as friends, they'd never had the conversation on why they stopped being close so it was almost like Guzman was asking that question to him.

It just kept getting worse as Guzman walked closer and closer to him, and Ale stepped nearer in between them.

Ander held his injured fist out slowly, staring Guzman deep in his eyes for a few seconds, before unexpectedly, beginning to bang that same fist on the locker repetitively, over and over again, tears gathering in his eyes. At once, Alejandro and Guzman both went to stop him, bewildered by his actions. 

"Ander, Ander!" 

"Hey! Hey!, Calm down."

"Let go of me!"

Both boys were trying to hold Ander back as he continued to spiral, a sob escaping his lips with each punch. Finally, they managed to tear him away and force him onto there bench where he couldn't even face them as he kept resisting with anger, sadness, and other mixtures of emotions. 

"It doesn't hurt! Let go of me!"Ander continued to resist. 

"Do you think you're the only one I've been lying to? Huh? Both of you?" He turned to Ale from Guzman, "I've been lying for years. Years! I've had practice!" 

"What are you talking about?" Guzman asked.

Ander sat back, looking at both boys. 

"Ander, the tennis player. It feels like my fucking last name! You -" he pointed to Alejandro, "You got out. You got out and you left me to deal with that pressure by myself! We got into tennis together as a team and you fucking left me!" he turned back to the both of them, "I don't like that title you know, I don't like it one bit!"

He screamed, resting his head in-between their shoulders joined together and began to sob.

Guzman and Ander shared a look knowing they could put any differences they had aside and help their friend who clearly needed it.

After a few more seconds of silence and just trying to comfort Ander, Guzman spoke:

"Why don't you quit?"

"And my parents? All the money they've spent on me. All those years of sacrifice for nothing." He sobbed.

In that moment, both Guzman and Alejandro knew that this was deeper than they'd ever expected

-

Alaska disconnected the charger from her phone and rolled over to the other side at a measly 76%, hiking her blanket up closer to her chin like she'd been doing all day. 

For whatever reason Carla's parents decided to host a charity event on a school night, it was clearly not a good idea. The blonde had always been the type of person to need at least 9-10 hours of sleep to be able to fully function in the morning. Especially for school. When returning home at around 1:30am going on 2,  taking her up until 2:30 to shower and fall asleep, there was absolutely no way she was going to be waking up at 8:30am/9 for school. It was easy to skip the day too because she didn't have explain herself to anyone but her brother who policed he as soon as he came barging in to wake her up.

It somewhat felt slightly good to stay in as well because everyone needed a break from life every once in a while to just lay in bed and roll over from side to side and have Alba bring up food.

Alaska was hiding under her covers, the air conditioner on full blow, and the lights off while scrolling through the Vogue website. Something so simple brought her so much peace. Peace that was soon disrupted she heard her door barge open. 

The blonde groaned in annoyance and hiked the sheets up further knowing who it was without even having to peek out.

"Alejandro, juro por dios, if you don't get out before I open my fucking eyes-"

"Well he's not going anywhere but I doubt you can take the two of us."

That wasn't Alejandro.

Slowly, Alaska bundled blankets down. From the outside, Alejandro couldn't control his fit of giggles as he watched his twin sister's blonde hair peek out of the white and printed duvet before her eyes did too, setting her sights on Ander who had spoken before he did.

"Hola." Ander greeted, walking closer to the bed and diving on it.

Alaska grunted in response, when Ander rolled onto her legs.

"What are you doing here?" She asked quietly.

"You're not excited to see me or what?" 

"Surprised, more like."

"Well you invited me over, no? You just never said when."

Ale smiled at the two of them, about to join in when he got a notification on his phone. 

As Ander continued to poke at the blanket trying to find a part of Alaska that he could poke, Alejandro summoned their attention quickly:

"I have to go guys, Nadia and I have to wrap up our group project." '

The pair turned to him and waved goodbye, making him walk out. But quickly remembered the baggy in his hand.

"By the way, Guzman said sorry that he can't stop by, and asked us to pick these up for you. " 

He turned around to give her the white bag filled with about a dozen cookies from the place she'd learned to love after he took her there about a week ago. Setting the bag on the nightstand, he continued:

"And Christian wants me to give you this;" he leaned over and kissed both of her cheeks and forehead, making her giggle. She also squealed just a little bit with excitement, trying to contain how happy she was when she looked inside the bag filled with cookies, but failed miserably.

"Okay, so what now?" Ander asked once Alejandro had left, propping his face up by his hands on his cheeks.

"Maybe if you had told me in advance that you were coming, I would have figured something out  for us to do." Alaska replied, sitting up in the large bed.

"Please," Ander scoffed, "When have I ever needed to tell you in advance that I'm coming?"

That was true . . . when they were still friends.

"True, but I hope we're not just about to be sitting here in silence like we have been for the past few meetings."

"The difference between now and the past few meetings is that now it cannot possibly be more awkward than it was the past few meetings. " Ander said as if it was so obvious.

Alaska stared at him for a few minutes, which he noticed.

"What?" Ander asked.

"I just can't believe you're here . . . very strange."

Ander chuckled.

"I told you didn't I? I'm not giving up on you or Ale. But I think that him and I are cool now."

"What brings you here anyway?" Alaska continued, reaching over to the night stand to set the cookies in front of the two of them. When she turned back, she saw she had received a text from Alejandro.

Ale:

'Be nice to him, okay? He's going through a lot right now. Before you react at what ever you say, think about A.M and ask yourself what papa would do.'

"Well something happened in school today and Ale thought it'd be nice to not go home right now. Your boyfriend was supposed to come too but he had to go meet Marina for dinner with their parents." Ander explained briefly.

Since Alaska was somewhat of a closed book, she had no right to ask what happened but she couldn't resist the urge to.

"Of course you would like to know," Ander paused, laughing and sitting up as well to face her, since he knew the conversation about to be had was serious.

"Before I go on, you have to promise me you'll be open minded. Ale was very understanding and I know you'll be too but we haven't talked seriously in a while and-"

"Hey," Alaska cut him off, and gave him a reassuring look, "I promise."

Ander inhaled deeply and continued.

"Okay, so . . . I downloaded a dating app a few days ago just to you know, meet some people; And I met someone," Ander paused and Alaska definetely noticed how his eyes seemed to drift off in a daze when he continued. Although she was out of the loop a little bit, she couldn't help but be curious about who was making him so speechless, "I feel really good about the relationship but there's a problem."

Alaska looked at him in a sort of manner to beckon him to go on.

"He's a . . . he." Ander said slowly and just a little bit quietly. 

The blonde girl only had one thing to say.

"That's it? Ander por favor; do you really think anyone cares if you're into guys?" Alaska said, unable to resist the scoff forming that Ander thought he could keep this to himself because it was a big deal.

"Juro por dios that's exactly what Guzman also said, you guys are too alike."

Alaska quickly told him to stop trying to change the subject and keep on explaining.

"We're completely different people and I never thought I would like him the way I do, but it's complicated Ala-"

"It doesn't have to be though-"

"You don't get it; the reason Guzman was so upset with me and the reason a little bit different is because of who he is." Ander stopped to contemplate for a moment about whether or not to release the information that he was Omar, Nadia's brother or not. 

"Who is he then?"

" . . . My drug dealer."

The blonde was overly shocked. She'd never once thought that Ander would be one to dabble with drugs especially as an athlete. She felt slightly disappointed, but brushed it aside when she realised she didn't know what kind of drugs he was dealing with. It could have been weed which wouldn't be too serious of a problem but it could have been harder, more harmful drugs like cocaine or heroin.

"Drugs? Ander, I'm a bit scared to ask what kind of drugs-" 

Ander's eyes widened when he realised that maybe the delivery of what he was trying to say was all wrong.

"No, no. Nothing hardcore; he just sells me weed every once in a while and maybe I've popped a pill every now and then but the pills are done. That's how I got my hand messed up in the first place." He explained, raising it.

"I thought you said you got into a fight."

"I did. At Samauel's party, the guy gave me a pill just to loosen up and have fun, but after, he wouldn't sell me any more so I was just asking around the wrong group of people and," he said nothing, raising his fist again.

"I'm sorry, but I hope you're being honest and you actually are done with all that."

"I am, believe me."

"And your hand? Surely it's affecting tennis." 

"Yeah, but it doesn't hurt anymore," he sighed, "I've been lying to my parents about how serious the injury is because I don't want to play tennis anymore; it's too much pressure and the break from it was nice so I thought I'd just relax from it for a while longer but all the lies . . . just bundled up and Guzman was upset because he discovered my relationship with Omar and was angry I didn't tell him and lied about where I was when I disappeared from the event last night. It just kind of all came out and Ale was there too. I guess we just all decided to put our differences aside to talk about what was going on so I opened up to them a bit about that."

This was too much information to process. From an early age, Ander had loved playing tennis and even convinced her brother to join in as well. With all the misfortunes that happened in the Velazquez household, Alejandro thought it'd be best to put tennis aside and focus on himself and his sister, later on, his mother. It was an all round good decision at the time, but neither twin realised what kind of effect that would have on Ander, especially as he was the first friend they'd cut off. 

"Ander honestly I'm sorry you were going through that; I can't even imagine what you were going through."

"I mean, if we're being real, I felt just a little bit betrayed by my close friends that I couldn't talk to them about it. Polo is obsessed with this thing he has going on with Carla and Christian, I felt like Guzman was too occupied with taking care of Marina since she got sick, you and Ale you know . . . we obviously weren't talking at the time and that was another burden because I never knew why and always thought it was something I did until I realised you stopped talking to the whole group completely." 

Alaska could not help but feel guilty because he was right. Out of all the people she owed some sort of explanation it was Ander because he deserved that but at the time she was so hurt by all of them and wanted them to feel the exact same way she did. Hurt people hurt people.

It didn't excuse the fact that maybe she was hurting someone who was already hurting. 

Ask yourself what Papa would do.

The blonde remembered the words Alejandro had typed on her phone earlier on and contemplated deeply; although to onlookers, Caesar Velazquez appeared to be a tough and some would say ruthless, to his family, Alaska knew exactly what the man would have wanted him to do. She gave Ander just a tiny smile, cracking her cemented beliefs ever so slightly.  

"Well . . . since you say you're never leaving me alone," the two of them paused to chuckle, "I guess we have no choice but to try to get this back on track." She replied genuinely, it's what her father would have done, tried. 

And Ander was more than happy with this statement himself as a grin started to form, knowing that all the reassurance Alejandro gave him in the car was right. Speaking of the other twin, it was now time for him and Ale to come to an understanding as well.

"Well then you know what I'm going to ask." Ander grinned, although nervous,  poking her nose lightly.

"Que?"

"Now that we're going to attempt to be civil, I just want to understand the reason . . ."

The smile fell slowly again knowing exactly what he was talking about. 

"I will but, I just don't think I'm ready yet. I'm still going through this thing with managing my anger and therapy. If I start, I don't think I'll be able to control what I say and-"

"It's okay, we can take it slow. One 'hello' in the hallway at a time." He joked.

"One hello in the hallway at a time."

-

The inspector became more incredibly stressed as she walked around the crime scene one more time. 

Some things were not connecting with the case she was reviewing. She was hearing multiple stories which some of them conflicted with each other. The whole point of the questionings being conducted was to derive at an answer to the question:

Who killed Marina Nunier.

It was looking a lot like a hit on Marina. She was struck multiple times in the head with an unknown weapon, but so far there was not much information or evidence pointing at what could have possibly happened. 

She sighed, walking back and forth before deciding it was useless to try and find any further evidence especially when the designated team had already been to sweep the area. About to turn away, she noticed the window of the swimming pool shimmering. 

It was . . . strange. 

The lights weren't on, and it was late at night so but maybe the shimmering was coming from the lights in the pool causing a reflection on the walls and window. The woman walked closer, seeing a shape in the reflection, almost like a sphere .

And then she saw it.

The inspector's eyes went wide as she turned around to head near the pool to see if there really was an object floating in the pool. And there was.

The woman bent down, leaning in the pool and saw the figure of a . . . ring? At once, she called her partner and order the object to be retrieved.

Minutes passed and finally, the policemen had approached the woman with the object in a tight zipped 'EVIDENCE' bag.

Her instinct was right.

When she looked up, there was no longer a shimmer in the pool, just clear waves. Looking back at the object, she saw that it wasn't a ring.

It was an all diamond, gold, choker styled necklace. 

But what stood out was the evident blood stuck in it. 

Even more shocking?

The distinct: 'A.V' inscribed in it. 

A/N: I'm actually mad excited for the return of the BROTP for those two.

Thanks for reading guys! Thanks as well for the answers for my last question. Completely agree with all of your answers, but of alas! Where's the fun in a decent character?

Also crazy excited for that in the show we're now entering episode five of season one, meaning some shit will be going down real real soon. Let me not spoil anything. Please comment your thoughts, your comments make me so happy to see how you're all feeling about the story so far!

Until next time xx