•~Telepathic~• | Camilo Madrigal x OC

I Heard...

-Camilo's pov-

"GET UP! WE'VE GOT SCHOOL TODAY!" I hear Mirabel shouting, aggressively knocking on my door.

"YEP, I'M AWAKE!" I yelled back so she'll shut up.

"GOOD!" Her voice was followed by a couple faint footsteps, probably Mirabel walking away.

Oh, right.

I've got school today.

Which means I have to watch Andres get all lovey dovey with the girl I want.

And I can't do anything about it because I've got to pretend I like Erika.

For my stupid family.

For my stupid town.

For my stupid life.

'Pri- Amira, wait outside your house for me.'

'...Okay.'

-Amira's pov-

He was probably just going to talk to me about yesterday, which might get us late for school. Honestly, it's not like I'd care though, I really hurt Camilo. My best friend.

I quickly threw on a top and skirt, then brushed my hair out. I head downstairs, skipping breakfast like usual and going straight out the door. I've been doing my best at avoiding Mama and her husband for some time, only the occasional goodbye, or hey.

I casually lean on my house while I wait for Camilo. I was practically engulfed in goosebumps, feeling unusually distressed about it.

Someone snatches my arm, pulling me into an alleyway. I hold back a shriek, knowing it's probably just Camilo.

He's not much taller than me, but he still manages to tower over me when I'm up against a wall. His facial expression is a mix of anger, despair.

"Princesa," his nickname caught me off guard, when we have arguements which is almost never, he usually just calls me by Amira.

"Princesa, I think you know what this is about..." he grumbled. I only nod in reply.

"I... I think I deserve an apology. I put tremendous effort into making these surprises for you, I'm always one step ahead," he pauses for a quick sigh. Before continuing, "But, in the end you always just blow it off, like it means nothing to you... do I mean nothing to you?"

My gut sinks when his voice shakes, sounding uncertain himself. I open my mouth to speak, I struggle to force words out. I don't know what to say.

'Milo-'

"No. Out loud," Camilo cuts me off.

"Camil-" I'm cut off again.

"Uh, hey you two. Mind if I borrow my girlfriend?" It's Andres, he quickly yanks me away from Camilo, out of the alley.

"What was that about?" Andres raises an eyebrow.

"We were just talking," I shrug, feeling guilty that I had to leave so abruptly.

"He was awfully close to you, you know."

"It's nothing, I can handle myself if he tried anything. Which I doubt he would, he's one of your closest friends," I explain. Andres just nods slowly, conspicuous suspicion.

Guilt crawls into my mind, thinking about Camilo again. I start second-guessing myself.

Do I even like Andres?

...

Did I make the right choice...?

-Pepa's pov-

"Mi vida," I call out to my husband, sitting on an armchair as I enter the room.

"Yes amor?" He replies, putting his book down to turn his full attention to me.

"Camilo's been moody for a while, do you think somethings wrong?" I panic, fidgeting with my fingers as a familiar shadowy cloud forms above me.

"I'm sure he's doing fine. He might just be a little stressed about the new relationship with, uh..." Felix drags it on, seemingly having forgotten her name.

"Erika?" I comment.

"Yeah, Erika. If it bothers you we can talk to him, okay mi vida?" He stands up, pulling me in a tight hug as comfort.

"Yeah, yeah we'll do that. We can talk to Camilo," I take deeper breathes, the cloud slowly leaving.

I'll be there for my hijo.

Whenever he needs me.

-Dolores' pov-

As I'm walking through town, I spot my brother gloomily moping towards his school. My sisterly instincts kick in, making me scurry over to him.

I did hear his brief chat with Amira, and when Andres pulled her away.

"Hermano, you okay?" I intertwined my fingers through his, holding his hand as  I walk beside him.

"You heard it, what do you think?" He grumbled sarcastically, his posture drooping even more so.

"I can drop by the school and tell them you'll be having the day off?" I suggest, hoping to support him in any way I could.

"No, wouldn't want to skip because I'm in a bad mood..."

You haven't had a problem skipping school before... I sigh internally.

"I think you need it Camilito, I heard you crying last ni-"

"Will you just leave it!? For ONCE, just mind your OWN BUSINESS!" He shouts, I wince at his voice booming into my ears. Tears start flowing down his face, frustration pouring.

"...hermano, I just care about you..." he ignores me, hastily storming off.

Camilo...

It breaks me to see you like this.

You know I care about you.

I just want to help...
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Ngl this is getting kinda ✨intense✨