Alejandro's POV

"I can't wait for tomorrow," Hilda squealed. "We have to look good--not that we don't,"

I simply nodded at her.

"Why don't I come to your house and stay over? I have the time," Hilda asked.

She ran her hand through my perfectly gelled hair with one hand and slipped her cold hand under my warm chest.

"Okay," I said.

I wanted to go to her house because I know Heather would be there and I need to talk to her but something told me to leave her alone for a while.

I remember peering at her from the bushes before she left. Her perfect smile, her flawless face, her long silky hair.

But her eyes--her eyes were emotionless.

I could have sworn something flashed through them. It was a quick flash but it wasn't hard to miss. Heather's eyes narrowed for a moment, her eyes filled with an emotion--one that I couldn't identify and it quickly disappeared as fast as it came.

That was about half an hour ago.

Where am I, you ask?

I am on a boat, where my "girlfriend" Hilda is sitting on my laps at the moment, blabbering and squealing about God knows what.

Probably about the party Owen is throwing.

And from the looks from Hilda's face, there is no way I am going to miss it, no matter how much I would rather stay at home.

Hilda is not bad for a girlfriend- I mean, she is gorgeous. Her long curly hair fell past her shoulders and dangled near her waist. Purple was her main color- every outfit she would wear had purple.

Whether accessories or clothing or shoes, there was purple somewhere.

She had pale skin which reminded me a lot about Heather. Hilda was way more curvier than Heather, though.

Despite all this, she has her flaws. First off, she wouldn't keep her hands to herself. Everywhere we go, she would find a way to make physical contact with me. Whether in the dining area, in the bonfire- everywhere!

Second, she is such a pain. She isn't a diva like everyone would assume, no, but she talks nonstop! She resembles a typewriter--she says about 60 words in a sentence and the worst thing is, she does not have an off button somewhere, unfortunately.

Third, she is a horrible kisser. I have kissed a lot of girls and let me say this: She may have a flawless face, high cheekbones and the mysterious eyes but wait until you get to the lips.

A wise person said: "Looks may be deceiving" and I for one strongly believe in that.

She may have rosy lips which resemble strawberries freshly picked but she is a very sloppy kisser.

The first time we kissed, she opened her mouth so wide, I was scared to death that she would swallow me alive. And her lipstick, lip gloss- whatever- gets all over my face and it's the sticky kind.

Bleh.

"Alejandro? Are you listening to me?" A voice snapped back to reality.

"Er- yeah. I was," I answered.

"Good. As I was saying, we should wear matching outfits-" I zoned out completely as she droned on and on about the party tomorrow, which I was crossing my fingers that it would be canceled.

****
A few hours later, Hilda and I were sprawled on the counter in my house, you guessed it, making out.

I really hate kissing her because she kisses like she has no experience which is ironic since she is very beautiful and famous.

My parents weren't home at the moment. They left a note on the fridge explaining that they will come back late. They went for some fiesta which usually take forever to end since fiestas are very popular.

Jose was not home, which was odd because as far as I know, he had no girlfriend at the moment which meant he had a lot of spare time.

Hilda's tongue was searching for mine but I hid it as far as possible in my mouth.

I honestly wished it was Heather instead of her.

I remembered how Heather was hesitant at first and then gave in, our lips moving in perfect synchronization. I remember how sweet her lips were--they tasted like cherry. She was delicious, I had to have more of her. Unfortunately when I went to deepen the kiss, she knocked me in the groin.

I just wish it was her that I was holding right now, not Hilda.

After a minute, we pulled back.

"You're an amazing kisser," Hilda breathed.

"Thanks," I mumbled, not wanting to tell her the same thing.

"I should go to sleep. Can't miss my beauty sleep if I want to wake up looking flawless," Hilda tossed her hair behind her shoulder.

"Yeah," I muttered, relieved that she was sleeping.

"Night, Al," Hilda attacked me with a hug.

I shuddered at the horrendous nickname.

"Goodnight," I patted her back twice.

As soon as she was out of sight, I ran towards my phone on sitting on my desk, in my room, plugged into the charger.

I unplugged it, collapsed onto my bed and a picture of Hilda and I popped up.

I groaned, I knew she was going through my phone.

That's another thing I do not like about her--I do not think she knows the definition of personal space.

I unlocked my phone and went to my contacts. My thumb swiped through the numerous contacts I have and it stopped and lingered when I reached Heather.

Ignoring my inner voice screaming at me to keep scrolling for other contacts, I decided to text her.

Hey--Alejandro.

I sat on my bed, clutching onto my phone, my lips pressed into a line.

Please reply, I begged.

My phone stayed silent and all I could see was my desperate face coming through the reflection.

I tapped a tune with my fingers when I heard a ding. I fumbled through the password as I saw Heather's response.

Hey--Heather.

Are you going for Owen's party? --Alejandro.

Probably not--Heather.

Why?--Alejandro.

Don't feel like--Heather.

Please come--Alejandro.

Why?--Heather.

I let that question sink in.

Why did I want her to come?

The answer is, I do not have the slightest idea.

The phone vibrated in my hand and I turned it on to read the message Heather sent.

My sister is giving you stress, isn't she? --Heather.

You have no idea, I sighed.

****

A girl in a blue and purple checked shirt came into my vision.

My eyelids drooped shut and I lazily opened them to see the same girl sitting beside me in my bed.

"Morning sleepyhead. And people say I usually oversleep," Hilda rolled her eyes.

I sat up, scratching my hair, trying to look at her with my tired eyes. "What time is it?"

"It's almost 3 pm," Hilda answered.

"What?" I pushed the covers off me.

How could this be? I never oversleep! Ever! I must have been exhausted last night.

"We need to go shopping for tonight's party. We need to look fab!" Hilda glossed.

I groaned. I hate shopping unless if it is hair and skin products. Yes, I love my hair and skin that much that I have to know what ingredients are in the hair gels, shampoos, soaps and oils I use.

I ran a hand through my hair and went down the staircase. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a pink lady apple. As I took a bite of the watery fruit, I remembered my conversation with Heather.

We talked all the way until 2 a.m nonstop. Maybe that was what made me oversleep.

Heather did not seem to be bothered the fact that I am currently dating her sister, which surprised me. I thought she would overreact but instead, she did nothing.

In fact, she shocked me even more by asking me how our relationship was.

Maybe she does not care for me as much as I do for her.

First of all, I have no idea why I am dating her sister. Her sister asked me out and I was baffled but she took it as a yes. I was merely stunned but went along with it, to see Heather's reaction. But instead of envy and jealousy, I got the total opposite.

I am going to break up with Hilda--no doubt, but I have to see the perfect opportunity to do so.

I ran back upstairs and took off my clothes to brush my teeth. Afterwards, I decided to take a quick shower. If Hilda was not here, I would have stayed in there for about an hour.

As I opened the door, a towel tucked around my waist, steam flew out of the door, occupying every empty space there was. I got out my usual outfit since I was in no mood for playing "dress up" but unfortunately, with things are at the moment, that is likely to happen.

I grabbed the keys to my small, glossy black, sleek Mercedes-Benz as Hilda and I headed out the door.

Naturally, I opened the door for her to get in and she blushed profusely. It took me all my energy not to roll my eyes because I know very well that my mama raised a gentleman so I live by the gentleman code.

"Let's go to the mall. I hope it isn't far from here," Hilda said as I entered the car.

I fumbled with the keys and put it in the ignition as I let it purr to life.

I gripped the wheel as Hilda began to ramble about the party non stop. I wished right there and then that I happened to have a pair of noise canceling headphones, just to block her out. Luckily, in 10 minutes we had pulled up in the parking lot of the mall.

I reversed the car into a parking spot and put on my sunglasses as I felt the sun began to beat down on my back, showering me with its rays.

Again, I opened the door for Hilda, who was wearing her sunglasses, sighing.

"I love the mall. Let's go before the stores close," Hilda grabbed my arm, steering me towards the huge building.

However, I managed to lock the car before I got inside.

The mall was air conditioned which was a huge relief because I did not want to be seen sweating.

I was dragged into a little shop full of women's clothes but ironically, the owner of the store was a man who looked like he was in his mid thirties.

"Hola, como puedo ayudarte?" The man beamed at us, grinning for ear to ear exposing his dimples.

(Translation: Hi, how may I help you?)

Hilda faced me and gave me a perplexed look, as if to say "huh"?

"Please speak English," Hilda said, motioning with her hands.

People say that when pretty girls try to speak another language it's cute. Let me tell you first hand that with Hilda, that statement is a lie.

The man looked confused and turned at me, shaking his head.

I sighed. "Saludos, mi amigo. Mi movies necesita un vestido de fiesta,"

(Translation: Greetings, my friend. My girlfriend needs a party dress)

The man sighed with relief that I could speak Spanish. However, Hilda was looking at me with wide eyes.

"You can speak Spanish?" She asked.

No, that's why I have a Spanish name-Alejandro and my brother Jose.
My inner, sarcastic voice answered.

But instead, I simply nodded and gave her a small smile.

"Ah, una fiesta? Me encantan las fiestas! Ven comigo," The man said enthusiastically, waving us over.

(Translation: Ah, a party? I love parties! Come with me)

"Come on," I told Hilda as we followed the man.

There were a few more women in the store, who eyed me up and down lustfully. I shuddered because they looked like they were forty or something. Only one was around my age but surprisingly, she did not even look at me.

"Aqui estan!" The man exclaimed.

(Translation: Here they are!)

Hilda squealed as she ran her hand through the different party dresses.

The man looked at her weirdly and I gave him an apologetic smile.

"Gracias," I thanked him for his excellent service.

The man nodded and went to help another customer.

"Which one should I choose? They're so many!" Hilda exclaimed.

"I have an idea. Try all of them all and I will tell you which is the best," I suggested.

"Great idea. This is why I like you," Hilda stepped on her tippy toes and gave me a huge fat kiss on the lips.

I heard a groan and this time, it was not from me. It was more feminine and I brushed it off, assuming it was from the women who were eyeing me.

Hilda rushed into the changing room with all the dresses in one hand.

I heard a man shriek a few seconds later and Hilda yelling "sorry!". She must have entered the men's changing room. I chuckled as I imagined her face flushing red and her body paralyzed.

I walked around the store and found a seat to sit on. I sighed as I glanced at my watch.

It was 3:30 pm. The party was in a few hours. I can make it.

I ran my hand through my hair, looking at the different dresses on sale. I would love to see Heather try on some of them--her legs deserve to be shown off.

Too bad she was not attending the party.

As I began to fantasize about Heather in a really short tight dress, the same girl who looked my age nearly tripped over my leg.

"Watch where you put your leg," The girl hissed at me. Her voice was so low, it was a whisper.

I looked at her through my tinted sunglasses. She was wearing a scarf, a hoodie and tons of makeup but something was very familiar about her.

Her eyes, I have seen them somewhere. Where?

As I scanned what she was wearing, I tried to imagine anyone who would wear sweatpants, sneakers and a hoodie with a scarf.

I dismissed the thought after trying to remember who she resembles.

"Sorry," I muttered.

The girl scurried off, almost reaching the exit when she is nearly knocked over by a well built man, who looked like he was in his early forties.

The collision between the two knocked off the girl's hoodie and her black long hair was exposed. It knocked her shopping bag which spilled all of her clothes.

"Siento," The man apologized.

The girl took one long look at the man before throwing some nasty words back at him.

I think the man understood what she said because his eyes went as wide as saucers and his face became red. He walked away very fast, looking over his shoulder terrified.

The girl stooped down low to pick up her items and I gasped.

It was all so clear to me!

Those piercing black eyes, that long, black, silky yet sharp hair. I cannot believe how long it has taken me to realize this.

I walked up to the person to confirm my thoughts and when she whipped her head towards the sound of footsteps, she mumbled something that sounded like "Oh, great!"

I could not believe that I did not realize this earlier from our first encounter!

It was non-other than Heather!

A/N: Hi guys! Here's another update! But about updates, I have my exams at the moment and I need to study. Don't worry, I'll still be able to update once a week, only it won't always be on Friday. After my exams, I'll go back to be updating on Friday.

Keep on reading!

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