Ales POV
Today is the day—the day I haven't been looking forward to.
It's 1:28 p.m., and we're on our way to a meet-up, I guess. My dad mentioned something about us spending the whole day in Sugar Hill, which can only mean one thing: more time around the opps.
I'm wearing a white crop top under a dark grey zip-up hoodie, my True Religion jeans, and my Wet Cement 4's.
When we got to Sugar Hill—'cause apparently that's the meet-up spot—there were tons of cars and people. Looked like they were shooting a music video or something.
As we made our way through the crowd, I got a better view of what was happening. People were filming videos, streaming, recording TikToks, just doing the most.
Then I saw him.
He was talking with Ddot and Jay. He looked different—taller, no more twists, no grills, and no flashy chain. This wasn't "DD" anymore. This was David. My David. The one I fell in love with.
But what the hell am I even saying? He's gone. And whatever love I had for him? Gone too. I don't need some little boy in my life.
I looked away and walked over to where my dad and the guys were standing.
"We're recording your music video today," my dad said with a smile.
"What? No, we can't. Not here," I said, instantly on edge.
Back when I was trying to get over DD, I made a song... I guess you could say it was about him. It's in Spanish, and it's personal. I never wanted anyone to hear it.
"Why not, mija? It's a great opportunity," he said.
"No, Dad, please. I don't want anything to do with that song," I said, my voice sharper than I intended.
"Fine, we won't do the video. But can you at least sing it at the party later today?" he asked, still smiling.
"Fine," I said with a sigh. "But only if you stop bringing it up."
"Deal," he said, pulling me into a hug.
DDs POV
We were chillin' in Sugar Hill for a little meet-up before the party later tonight. This whole day was already shaping up to be lit.
Me, Ddot, and Jay were clownin' around, talking about these smooch hoes we'd been messing with.
"Bro, did you see her lips? Them shits looked like they were gonna explode when she talked," Ddot said, cracking up.
"Facts. They looked like balloons about to pop," I laughed.
"Y'all are wild for real," Jay shook his head. "Out here messing with ugly bitches "
"It was just one night," I said, brushing it off.
Time passed, and I started looking around, taking in the scene. Then I saw her.
She was standing alone, arms crossed, looking annoyed—like she didn't even wanna be here. I didn't think she'd show up. I knew her dad was coming, but her? No clue.
She still looked... beautiful. New hair color, same fly style, but her eyes—they didn't shine like they used to. The sparkle? Gone.
"Yo, bro, stop staring at her like you wanna eat her alive," Ddot said, smacking my chest.
"Man, shut up with that dumb shit " I said, brushing him off.
"You know you still want her. Even after you cheated," he said, dead serious.
"I cheated for a reason. I didn't love her anymore. What makes you think I still want her?" I shot back.
"Stop capping. You regretted that shit the minute she left. You think about her all the time, don't lie."
"Whatever, bro. Conversation over," I said, walking off, mad as hell.
Alejandra's POV
Hours passed, and now I'm about to step on stage and sing the song. The one I wrote for him. The one no one ever heard.
I looked out into the crowd and saw him again. Just standing there. Staring at me like I was a stranger.
Good. That's exactly what I want.
This song is in Spanish on purpose—so he won't understand. So he can feel it, but not get it. That's the point.
The beat started. I closed my eyes and began to sing:
(translated lyrics)
Who's kissing those lips now?
It's got me thinking—I was never like this before.
She's probably prettier than me,
He was too good-looking for someone like me.
What's the point of all this ambition,
If in the end, I've got no one to share it with?
My dad warned me not to lose him,
But like a fool, I let him go.
No more TikToks to send,
No one to gossip with before bed.
His friends say she's better than me,
That he looks happier now.
And even though it hurts—it's true.
Because being better is easy.
Why would he come back,
If he doesn't miss what we had?
I woke up thinking of you, love,
Checked your socials, saw your new look.
And our photos... still there.
A memory popped up—us, drinking by the sea.
It made me sad... knowing it's not us anymore.
There's someone else now, in my place.
And even though it hurts—it's true.
When the song ended, the crowd clapped and screamed. I just whispered a quick "thank you," then rushed off stage and into my dad's arms.
"Can we go home, please?" I asked, crying into his chest.
"Yes, of course, honey," he said, wrapping his arms around me before guiding me toward the exit.
Call me a crybaby if you want. I don't care.
That song brought back the darkest days of my life—those nights I couldn't stop crying, couldn't eat, couldn't even get out of bed.
All because he cheated.
But I'm grateful. Grateful my dad understood... and took me home.
