I couldn't believe this.
I won't believe it.
I, Alejandro Francisco Ricardo Esteban Burromuerto, am in love.
Wait a minute. What the hell am I thinking? I can't fall in love. All that matters is winning the game. Getting the cash, the glory.
And her. A voice whispers in the back of my head.
No, I can't be in love.
She is merely expendable.
And what would I see in her, anyway?
She's rotten.
She's cruel.
She hates me with every fiber of her being.
She's… gorgeous.
And you love her.
Shut up!
I, Alejandro Francisco Ricardo Esteban Burromuerto, am not in love.
Especially not in love with her.
When I flirt with her, it's to win the game.
And she knows it.
I came to win the money.
Only the money.
Nothing else, nothing more.
Not even her.
I will do anything to win.
And I refuse to go home empty-handed.
You want her.
I do not.
When you flirt with her, it's because you love her.
No, it's not.
Don't deny it.
I am not in love.
Really? Asks the voice.
…
I don't know.
At first, she was a pawn for me to use to get farther in the game. Like Bridgette, LeShawna, and countless others.
Expendable.
But she's perfect.
She's manipulative.
She's cunning.
She's not afraid to use others.
And the money means nothing to me if I don't have her.
I can't believe it.
I won't believe it.
But I, Alejandro Francisco Ricardo Esteban Burromuerto, am in love with Heather Chang.
A/N: What'd you think? Should I continue writing this pairing? Review, please. Helpful critiscm is welcome. :)
