Alejandro's POV

Another morning wasted in a moving truck, on my way to another life, in another town, with new faces and attitudes. Another new start, new reputation, new looks, new attitude. Again, I was going to be the new kid, but what other choice did I have? This was my 20th move since I was born; we were on our way back to Canada. My dad had us all over the place with his god damn job. I slowly leaned my head on the glass of the car window, watching the blurs of the brown and green of the tree's passing by, occasionally being interrupted by the light yellow or tan of a house. It was so peaceful here, better than my last home in the city, but so depressing to be in another new place. I wasn't able to get close to anyone, and if I did, I would end up leaving. So my solution; get with a girl just to have one, no emotion, just to have someone. This way, it hurt less, and I wasn't so alone. I don't recall ever having true feeling for anyone. "You alright mi hijo?" my mom asked worriedly, rubbing my back with a free hand as she drove up a smooth patch of concrete. I just nodded and sat up as we pulled into a driveway next to a rather large house.

It was decorated with flowers, most wilting, but it still looked pretty. At least to me anyway.

"This is our house?" Carlos, my other brother, asked. My mother nodded, and I just scoffed. This was a much bigger house then we needed, especially because we will probably leave here before we finish unpacking. I don't see why we still unpack, it's not like we'll finally stay in one place. I slowly opened the door and stumbled out, breathing in the semi-fresh air of the small block. It was a nice place I guess, I liked the neighborhood. Children played in the streets; hop scotch boards where drawn every which way and little names were written all over the smooth black pavement in wet chalk. Jose got out quickly after me, pushing me into the street as he jogged to the back of the truck for his things. My knees fell weak from being numb for hours, and I hit the pavement with a groan.

And that's when I met her.

"Hey, you alright?" I heard a feminine voice say, softly walking over in her heels. I looked up to see a beautiful girl, bent over with a hand extended. She wore a cropped red shirt that cut off in the middle of her stomach. Long black hair fell from her shoulders, her bangs framing her face perfectly. "Well you going to take my hand or just stare at it?" she said, sounding quite annoyed. I grabbed her hand, but used most of my own strength to get up so I wouldn't hurt her. "I'm Heather…" she said, giving me a devious smile. I was speechless, standing in front of such a woman. "I'm Alejandro, Alejandro Burromuerto. It's a pleasure to meet such a beauty." I said, grabbing her hand once again to place a small kiss on it. She rolled her eyes and yanked her hand from mine, which made me jump. No girl had ever done that before.

I had only known her for seconds, yet I felt this strong attraction to her already.

Jose quickly got between me and the gorgeous girl, as he often did. "Hola chica, I'm Jose." He said, giving her one of his million watt smiles that usually melted every girl her flashed it to. "Yeah I was kind of talking to your brother if you don't mind leaving? Kay thanks." She said spitefully pushing him to the side. I had to smile at this, because this was the first time a girl had ever spoken to Jose in such a way. I liked her already! He scoffed and looked at her nastily. "Bitch." I heard him murmur, and she quickly turned to him, her face fuming. "You want to see a bitch?" she said, quickly and swiftly kicking him in the back of the leg. "Next time, its little Jose. Got that Jackass?" she said, smiling in satisfactory as he squirmed in pain. "So, Alejandro is it?" she said, turning her attention back to me. I nodded, smiling widely.

"Well, now that this jackass is taken care of, does this mean I have to take care of you too?" she said, slightly joking. "I would never try such a thing on such a beauty." I said, and without much thought I grabbed her small hand in mine. "Flattery will get you nowhere my Spanish friend." She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Surprisingly she kept her hand in mine. "You sure?" I asked, moving in closer to her face. She suddenly shot me a death glare, hinting me to get off. "Heather Feather!" I heard a man call, in a semi homosexual tone as he waddled over. She groaned loudly. "What did I SAY about freaking calling me that?" she said angrily. "Show the nice boy around!" her father (who I assumed the man was) said loudly, nudging her in the shoulder and winking. I smiled and laughed a bit to myself. "Fine, whatever." She said, still holding on to my hand. "Let's take a walk around town, show you everything." She exclaimed with extremely fake enthusiasm.

I nodded, but I barely had time to answer before she started dragging me down the road. "So Heather Feather?" I asked teasingly. She suddenly stopped and stomped around to look at me. "You ever call me that, and I will make you the most miserable man on the earth." She said, her voice tainted with anger. I smirked and nodded at her as she stood, so angry that I swear I could feel the heat radiating off of her. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with a sudden foreign feeling. I had butterflies. My heart beat began to increase as she turned away, holding my hand as she dragged me down the block. She was so beautiful, like really pretty. Angel like almost, but the heart of a devil, and such a temper. I suddenly stopped, causing her to get pulled back by my hand. I just smiled and stared at her lovingly as she turned around and glared at me.

And that's when I knew she was the one.

"Well? Where you want me to take you?" she asked, checking her perfectly manicured nails as she spoke. "How about you show me where the nearest restaurant is, and let me treat you to a nice expensive dinner tonight?" I asked, flashing a small goofy smile. "How about no?" she said, smiling innocently. "Okay, I'll pick you up at 8." I said loudly, ignoring her actual answer. She just smiled back at me. "Sounds great, be at my house at exactly 8, no later no earlier. If you show up at 8:01 I'm not going to answer the door." She said spitefully. I laughed, and I was really temped to kiss her on the cheek, but I didn't want to rush anything. "So, up the road more is a fancy restaurant, but there's a less expensive one in town." She began, but I quickly cut her off. "Money is no option." I said. Girls like her deserved the best, and only the best. "I don't want you to spend money on me. I can pay for myself." She said, angry dripping off her words. "No, I insist." I replied quickly. "I don't care." She spat at me, but this was one fight I refused to lose.

"I'm paying, money is no option"

"No you're not! I'll pay for myself."

"No, I'm paying full."

"At least let me pay half."

"No"

"I'd feel too bad making you pay full."

"Fine, you can help pay."

"Really?" A question even she knew she shouldn't have asked.

"Nope." I answered, and quickly put my finger to her lips. "That's final, I'm paying and you can just deal with it."

She put her hands on her hips and shot me a look. I could tell she was angry at me, but I didn't care. "Ass." She whispered. I just smiled and kissed her hand, intertwining my fingers with hers. "Let's go back home, I need to unpack." I said, sad that I had to leave, but happy that she let me walk home with her, hand in hand. As soon as we walked a distance of 20 steps back to her house, she stopped and tightened her grip on my hand. "I…I can't wait until tonight." She said, kissing my cheek before quickly running into her house. My eyes widened as I touched my cheek, feeling a warming smile cross my face. "Alejandro! Come help me unpack!" my mom called, but I was too dumbfounded to notice. All I kept thinking was, wow.

In a good way of course.

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