«ʜᴇʀᴍᴏsᴀ» ᶜᵃᵐⁱˡᵒ ᵐᵃᵈʳⁱᵍᵃˡ (ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ)

|24: ʜᴇʏ, ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴs sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ|

Translation: Bobo anak ng puta - Stupid son of a b!tch

I apoligize for any spelling mistakes! This was a bit rushed.

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When we ran through the nearly pitch black cave, we noticed she was already taken to the other side. I glanced at Camilo to make sure he was keeping up, and surprisingly he was running at the same pace as me. There were many questions racing through my head, but I had to keep them aside for now.

On the other side of the cave, there's a hill. A pretty steep one. I mean, this was a mountain after all. Knowing my way around this area, I finally stopped once I ran out of the dark and onto the bright green grass.

"You might wanna stop h-" I tried to tell Camilo once he ran up to me, but I was a second late. He charged towards the totally invisible hill at full speed, and tripped over a wet vine. He just had to grab my ankle, taking me down with him. My injured ankle.

"Shit!" He screeched as we rapidly slid down the hill. I could only imagine how much dirt and mud was stuck in my hair and clothes. My life flashed within the seven seconds we were still on that hill until we reached the bottom.

I panted heavily. God I was a mess. My messy hair covered my shook face, my clothes were wrinkled and dirty, and my fingertips and palms were almost covered in dirt caused by me trying to dig my hands into the ground to stop my fall. Which clearly didn't work.

Looking over at Camilo, I couldn't believe the sight beside me. His hair only looked the same, his hands were slightly dirty and his ruana was covered in some grass stains. Everything else, completely fine.

And lastly, if anything hurt more than pain, that was what I was feeling in my ankle.

"Bobo anak ng puta!" I yelled at the fluffy haired man, who gave me a puzzled look. 

"I'm Colombian, (Y/N). Y'know I understand like half of what you're saying, right?" He tilted his head in non amusement.

"Oh no, you know that I called you a stupid son of a-" I sarcastically was about to finish before I heard a sound in front of us. We both froze and glanced ahead, only to find a Jaguar approaching Isabela ten meters away from us. It was hard to tell what was really going on, so I gestured for Camilo to follow me behind some dark bushes.

He peered down at my wound, which was partly visible since the bandage started to fall of at the top. Looking back at Isabela, he suddenly stood up with a large stick in his hand. I raised an eyebrow at him, then gasped when he charged towards the thick jaguar. And not to my surprise, it moved and Camilo Madrigal went flying into the bushes, after slapping the air. With a stick.

"What on earth?!" Isabela dramatically gasped before walking past the animal like it was nothing and looking down into the bushes. "Camilo!" She yelled. I badly hoped to see her reaction, but I didn't feel like getting up just yet.

"Hey..." The boy weakly said. I felt something tickling my arm. Looking over, there was a spider. A pretty big one. 

"Hell no!" I screamed, flicking it off. My eyes widened when I realized how loud I was. I slowly turned my head to see Isabela now looking at me in shock.

"(Y/N)?" She questioned as I waved with a sly smile on my face. Camilo began to stand up and make his way over to me.

"You good?" He asked, taking my hand to help me stand up. I nodded, before worriedly looking over to the "jaguar", which turned out to be a man in a costume. He took off the hood, revealing a confused, familiar face.