Blame The Player

C H A P T E R | 06

My eyes fly open. She never calls me that and that's how I know she's serious.

" Yes, madre? "

" Take caution for your heart if it wishes to welcome him. A heart doesn't see what the mind recognizes. "

I frown. Madre is so paranoid. 

" I'll be fine, " I brush it off.

She sighs and kisses me.

" Good night, mi valiente una. "

" Sweet dreams, madre, " I whispered and killed the call, staring at the blank screen.

Life is warning me from every direction but how can one guy be this bad? These warnings can't be coincidental. I mustn't ponder on the idea of him any longer. If Blake doesn't wish a friendship then I must accept his decision. Forcing it won't be good for me. 

My chest aches.

What happened to you, Blake?

I'm hesitant to take the red cup filled with what knows what. I take a sniff and scrunch my nose. The smell irritates my nostrils.

" Don't be boring, Catalina, just drink it. It will taste better after the third cup. "

I arch a brow.

" We'll be here for that long? "

" Of course! " she booms and giggles, hanging on my body for support. 

This is Avalon's third cup, how could she be this drunk? Maybe the alcohol percentage is undeniably high or she's a lightweight, and judging her fair figure I'd say is the latter. I shake my head and take a sip for the sake of her. The burn travels down the path to my stomach and I shiver. That's nasty.

" I don't like it. " I cough.

She laughs and pushes herself upright, cheering to me taking my first sip of alcohol. Yes, embarrassingly, I never was interested in drinking. Madre offered but I'd refuse, always.

" You'll get used to it soon, " she whispered and winked, eyes scanning the crowd, " Where's Gabriel? Gabriel! "

I tense in anxiety when she sways away from me and to prevent my comfort person from leaving me, I grab her hand and plea with my eyes. She stares at me in confusion and has a slight pout on her lips.

" What, Latina? "

" Where are you going? You're leaving me? "

She blinks and stares at me blankly before bursting into laughter. I wince, my feelings hurt. Wiggling out of my grip, she waves me off and disappears into the crowd. Swallowing my nerves, I hide in the corner of the room and watch the people dance, rub, and stumble. 

I don't think parties are my thing. I've been to many and had bad experiences with them all, and I'm proven its truth yet again that I don't belong to this side of the world. Dropping my shoulders in defeat, I stare down at my drink and whirl the alcohol in the cup. 

And that's when my eyes catch a particular person. Eyes up and set on him, my body reacts at how handsome he is. Disappointment bitters my mouth when I see him dragging a girl across the room. She's not even that pretty. I scoff and glance down, upset. 

I have prettier hair.

Halting my whirling movements, I feel pain stab me right in the chest and also shame.

Who am I kidding? She's beautiful. Long, thin legs with a body that is fair and petite, hair curled in perfect waves that bounce when she walks, lips full and glossy, brows thick and maintained, skin clear--Stop. Comparing myself to a stranger. What am I? A goddamn teenager that hates a girl because of how stunning she is? 

Shaking my head in disapproval to myself, I look back up and feel a vibration start in my lower belly at the sight of Blake cupping her ass and pressing himself against her, her legs wrapped around him and hands curled around his hair. He's kissing her neck and she's in obvious bliss: head laid back against the wall and eyes closed.

I bite my lip and press my thighs together, heat coursing through my entire being.

Blake kisses her jawline before capturing her lips in a steamy kiss. Their kiss is explosive: passion and lust encourage their movements and demand more exploration.

I gasp when I catch a glimpse of his tongue inside her mouth. Goddamn. My eyes widen and everything around me stops: the music, the cheers, the screams, the music. He is staring straight at me, still bruising her lips but entirely focused on me. Hot lust pools down my soul and I feel myself getting aroused. And then a smirk. God, that makes me wish she was replaced by me.

Blinking, I get flustered: embarrassed, and bothered down where it shouldn't be. I break the connection of seduction and hurry out of here.

He caught me staring. Oh my god, Blake caught me staring. Shit.

Once I'm outside, I take my time to collect my thoughts and sort out what happened. I desired a man. I wished I was kissed by an absolute asshole. Why? Why would my heart be allured by such a thing? 

I touch my forehead and close my eyes.

Merda gave me advice. Listen to your head and not your heart with the type of boy Blake is.

I shake my head and open my eyes to stare at the ocean. Smiling, I admire how peaceful it is. I'm ashamed of myself that I haven't made time for it. Avalon said it's the perfect time to jump in for a swim now that's it hot and the water is the perfect temperature not to chill your bones but to cool your skin.

My smile fades.

Their hearts won't bleed nor stretch like a mother's womb to make room for you, estimado.

Drumroll, please!

Christmas is in two days, guys! Oh my gawwd-

I hope you enjoyed the chapter! See you at the next one (when it's published)

How is the holiday so far for you guys?

Also, do you guys want me to put the meaning of the Spanish words at the end of the chapter?