Elena Alvarez / Isabella Gomez Imagines

Elena- Miracle

As Elena walked into the room, she heard whispers coming from the back of the class. That morning she promised her abuelita she would wear makeup to school. She never really understood why her grandma cared so much about makeup and her image, it wasn't important and she cared more about a woman's right to dress and keep her image because she loved herself than to let others dictate her beauty standards. Even though Elena wasn't super popular and well... wasn't very well known for her amazing looks, she knew she was pretty in her own way. She was comfortable with herself and the image she created for herself and even though she would often drool over the pretty girls at school, she knew she was happy with her image and didn't like the atention she was getting from everyone around her. The whispers and the looks her colleagues were giving her, were leaving her very much uncomfortable for her liking.

"Hey Elena!" she heard a random guy from the baseball team talking to her and that's the last thing she wanted. Elena was very open about everything, except for her sexuality. She was happy with herself and with her sexuality but she was very scared to come out at her school. I mean, she did go to a catholic school, so it was a valid reason. After first period she ran to the bathroom and took her makeup off. It just wasn't herself and she was sick of getting looks, whispers and hearing her colleagues compliment her. She didn't want that. Well, there was this one person she wanted to hear compliments from but she couldn't just go talk to her. She never did so it wasn't like she would have the balls to do it now either way.

"Is everything ok?" She heard from behind her while wipping the makeup off her face furiously. She froze, restrained her body to look up because she knew too well who that voice belonged to. She closed her eyes and prayed to her abuelita's dear God this moment was just a dream. It couldn't be her, she couldn't be really talking to her, right?! Not y/n! I mean, she wasn't the popular girl, but she wasn't invisible like Elena was. She had amazing grades, but she didn't spend most of her time studying. She was part of the softball team but she wasn't known for that. She was the only person who respected the new trash bins Elena made her school implement at the cafeteria. So she cared about the environment, she was very nice and kind, she was very fit and cautious about her body and her studies and on top of all that... she was gorgeous. She could pretty much be Cuban as well.

"Umm..." Elena was at a loss for words, she couldn't believe this. "Do you need any help? You know, I think I have makeup wipes in my locker, let me just go grab them" y/n offered but Elena was quick to stop her. "Sorry, sorry, it's just... I'm fine, I don't need anything, it's coming off, see?" Elena smiled and pointed at her very blurred makeup. Y/n chuckled and lead Elena to one of the bathroom stalls, took a piece of toilet paper and lead Elena back to the washbasin. "I see that. Let me help! It's not my first time wipping off a girl's face" Elena chocked on her own saliva at that comment and her cheecks became pink. She couldn't be blushig in front of her crush.

Both of the girls laughed together "You know... I mean, not like that. I know people think I'm very well known around here but I haven't slept with that many girls in my lifetime" wait, what?! Did y/n just say girls...? She did. Elena opened her mouth as if she was going to say something but immediatly closed it when y/n spoke again. "I know you're probably not ok with that, I mean, we are indeed at a catholic school and I did just pretty much confess that I like girls so... I understand" The girl in front of Elena who was also holding her face up close started rambling and all Elena could think about, is how those amazing and lustful lips would feel glued to hers so she answered very quietly, almost as a whisper but enough for y/n to hear it "I understand too... I have been so scared to come out in case no one would accept me, not that I care, but I do care. So I understand the feeling and I share the same feelings you do. It is scary" Elena confessed, not really understanding why she was revealing her biggest secret to that stranger.