Endgame, Miguel Cazarez Mora

Chapter 10

"What are we gonna do?" I asked, sitting back down on the couch.

"I mean, if you want to i can bring you home but i don't know why you'd want that." He replied.

"Why wouldn't i want that?" I said, raising an eyebrow and grinning.

"Cuz ur brothers sick and ur a germaphobe, also it would mean your parents find out we didn't tutor today." He said.

My face went blank.

"How do you always find a way to ruin my hurtful comments." I said.

"How was that hurtful?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You asked why you wouldn't want that, how's that hurtful?" He asked. A playful grin plastered on his face.

"I just- Nevermind." I said, giving up.

"Ooohh you thought I didn't want you to go because i wanted you here with me?" He said, the grin on his face even bigger then before.

He was taunting me.

The grin, the 'playful' flirting, the disgusting man spread. He was fucking with me.

Everything he'd said before was a lie.

That almost kiss? He was taking advantage of me.

He still saw me as his enemy who'm he was forced to tutor. I saw him as so much more. And it killed me that he didn't.

"Miguel i fucking hate you."

I grabbed my bag and walked to the door where i grabbed my jacket and i walked out the door.

"Soph-" He said.

"Sophia." I said firmly.

I ran out the door and didn't look back.

The rain splashed on my face and hair. Making me cold instantly.

"Sophia please!" Miguel yelled.

I kept running.

I heard splashes.

"Sophia please.." He said.

I felt his hand on my shoulder and i stopped running.

"Miguel i just.." I started.

'I think im in love with you. Miguel, i don't know what this is or why, but im in love with you. Its not a maybe, its not something i think. Im in love with you and i know it. Ive been trying to rid myself of the feeling but I can't. Miguel i love you, even after all you've did.'

I thought.

"Sophia?" He asked.

"Uh yeah-" I started.

"Lets go." He said.

He took my jacket from my arms and put it around my shoulders.

He held my shoulders and we started walking back to the house. It was like 40 feet, I didn't get that far.

"Miguel?." I asked.

"Yeah Soph?" He replied.

"Im sorry." I said.

"Don't be." He replied.

"No let me actually apologize." I cut im off.

"No, you have nothing to apologize for." He said.

I stopped walking, surprised by what he just said.

"I mean, we sorta just had like I don't know.. a moment, there. And then i start acting like a dick again." He said.

A car drove by.

"You really did." I replied.

"Let me finish Hansley. Im sorry. Im sorry for being a dick." He said.

I smiled at him. "Apologie accepted."

He looked and smiled at me.

In that moment, all i wanted to do was kiss him. Tell him how i feel. But I couldn't.

We started walking again and soon got to the door.

"Okay im gonna get you a change of clothes." He said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Cuz your wet?" He replied, acting like it was the dumbest question ever.

"Yeah.. Makes sense." I said.

I hung up my jacket again and put my bag down on the mat.

Miguel came back.

"Okay uhm so since there's no teenage girls living in this house I didn't have anything for you to wear so i got you one of my sweaters and some sweatpants." He said.

He had some clothes in his hands.

"Thanks." I took them.

"The bathrooms there." He said, pointing.

I nodded and walked over there.

I opened the door and walked in.

I looked at myself in my the mirror.

"What am i doing?" I whispered to myself.

I got changed and then walked back into the living room.

Miguel looked away from he phone.

He snickered.

"Looks great." He laughed.

"Shut up." I replied.

"Sorry." He said.

I sat down on the couch.

"You okay?" Miguel asked.

"Yeah just a little cold." I replied.

"Come here." He said.

He opened his arms and i slowly sank into them. Were we cuddling?

"Do you also want a blanket?" He asked.

"No.." I said.

I was blushing. So. Bad.

It was quiet for a few seconds.

"Wanna play 21 questions?"

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