The flight from the Amazon to wherever they were going next was a disaster. Not only did Heather have to deal with seeing Alejandro yet again, but there was a storm.

Ever since she was thirteen, Heather hated storms. It just brought back a rough time in her life and she had already been scared as a child so that didn't help. There hadn't been a storm the entire season, but now that Alejandro would see her weak all night she was slightly upset.

BAM

Heather looked around economy class, noticing everyone was asleep except for her. Her immediate reaction was to look at Alejandro. He looked asleep, but not dead asleep. There was a slight chance he could wake up.

BAM

Immediately, his eyes shot open and he stared at Heather. Something about her being so scared made her more approachable. More vulnerable. She looked so scared and Alejandro hated to admit it, but he was concerned for her.

"Are you okay?" he mouthed, watching her eyes scatter from her legs to directly at him.

BAM

She jumped again, bringing her legs closer to her body. Why was she so weak? Slowly, she nodded and curled further into her ball,"I-I'm fine…"

"You don't look fine," Alejandro chuckled, leaning forward,"Do you want me to help?"

"As if-"

BAM

Heather squealed, hitting her back on the metal wall with a thud,"Damnit," she rubbed her back and looked back at him,"Fine...you can help if you really want to,"

He stood up and started walking towards where she was sitting,"Anything to help us get a good night's sleep,"

"What are you doing?" she questioned, raising her eyebrow,"Don't you have to stay on your side?"

"Nobody else is awake, besides I think you would sleep better with someone next to you," Alejandro shrugged and sat next to her.

BAM

"Do these stupid storms never end?" Heather groaned as she tried to ignore the fact that his body was rather comfortable to rest on.

He looked down at her with a smile,"Maybe we can take your mind off the storm...get to know each other better. Like New York,"

"This is so cliche," she rolled her eyes,"But...I'll do anything to get my mind off this storm,"

BAM

"Excellent, I want to hear about your family...tell me about them," Alejandro suggested.

Heather adjusted her body so her body was leaning against his, her head resting gently on his shoulder,"No harm in that even if they do hate me"

"It's your family," he noted,"They don't hate you Heather,"

"I wouldn't be so sure," she shrugged,"But anyways...there is my dad. He is your typical white dad, spoils my older sister rotten and barely acknowledges my existence. I've never been close to him...his name is George. Then there is my mother, Elizabeth. One of the people I'm the closest to. Unlike my father, I'm really close to her. She is one of my best friends and probably the only person I miss from back home,"

Alejandro looked down at her, fascinated to hear more,"You mentioned that you have an older sister, is she your only sibling?"

"I don't even want to talk about them," Heather scoffed,"They're awful! My sister is...well she is worse than me, and that's saying something. And my brother is the most annoying little prankster, does anything he can to get on my nerves," she looked up at him with a smirk,"You'd like him,"

"Are you trying to imply that I try to annoy you on purpose?" he questioned with a laugh.

She shrugged and laughed with him,"Maybe I am,"

BAM

"I think the storm is dying down.." Heather whispered, resting her head on his chest,"If you tell anyone about this you're dead,"

"Not a soul," Alejandro smirked.

The two sat in silence for a few minutes and he had assumed she fell asleep. Until her voice came back.

"Our hearts…" she muttered, looking at the floor,"Our hearts are beating in sync,"

He chuckled, twirling a piece of her hair,"That's an odd thing to say,"

"My mom always told me something when I was growing up...she said that soulmates have their heartbeats in sync. They're always in sync and that's how you're supposed to know who your love is…" Heather finally said.

"Maybe we are soulmates," Alejandro looked down at Heather, noticing once again how pretty she looked.

"You wish," she shut her eyes and yawned,"Night jerk,"

"Goodnight,"

"You seem to have a very good sense of fashion chica," Alejandro smirked as everyone boarded the plane,"You saw every flaw in Lindsay's design,"

"It was ugly and hurt my eyes, that's it," Heather rolled her eyes and crossed her arms at his comment.

He chuckled at her attitude,"Why are you so defensive around the others? When we are alone it seems like you are more open to what I have to say,"

"I'm not defensive!" She yelled, stomping her foot on the ground as the two strayed from the group,"I just don't like people seeing me around you. Makes me look like I'm falling for you,"

"Which you are," Alejandro muttered under his breath with a cocky grin.

Heather turned to him and narrowed her eyes,"I am not falling for you! Why don't you get that?"

"Oh I don't know," he crossed his arms,"Maybe the fact that you were cuddling up to me during the storm. Does that ring a bell?"

"You just so happened to be the only one awake...I needed someone to comfort me and frankly, I wasn't going to wake someone else up," she insisted.

Alejandro raised an eyebrow at the asian woman,"It seemed like you enjoyed sleeping next to me last night,"

"Oh, and why is that?" Heather asked, now interested in what he had to say to her.

"You could've just sat next to me, but no. You cuddled up to me. Had your head resting on my shoulder. Heather...you fell asleep in my arms yesterday. If that isn't enjoying my presence than frankly I'm not sure what is," he said, watching her go quiet.

After a few seconds, the only response that she could come up with was,"You still don't have proof that I liked it,"

Alejandro looked around their surroundings, seeing not a single person around,"Heather, there are no cameras around...nobody is here. Why can't you just be honest with me?"

"Because I can tell what you are doing!" Heather shouted,"You are playing me, using me. It's blatantly obvious Alejandro, you don't actually care about me and I don't care. Do you know why I don't care? I don't care because I don't like you!"

He couldn't believe his ears, it was also obvious that what she wasn't telling the full truth but at the same time she had a hint of truth. She seemed to truly believe that he was playing her. However, that was the one thing that Alejandro wanted to believe to. He wanted to believe that Heather was just a pawn in his game to win the million dollars. But for some reason, he didn't want to play her. Alejandro didn't want her to fall victim of his tricks because he saw something that wasn't in any of the other girls.

"I'm not playing you. Why don't you understand that I am not playing you

Heather. I have no reason to play you because I know that you are smart enough to know if I was!" he yelled back, now watching her grow surprised.

She stared at him in shock, growing absolutely silent. Her gears were turning as she hunted for an excuse but couldn't find one. It was true, she was smart enough to see through his tricks with everyone else but why did she feel different saying that he was playing her? It almost felt like a lie saying that he was simply using her.

"So," Alejandro continued, lowering his voice slightly,"What makes you think that I'm playing you? Why do you think that I would be playing you?"

His question gave Heather the perfect response, almost one she wanted to use for such a long time,"Because that is what guys like you do. They tell a girl that they love them one minute and the instant that the girl actually needs them," she gave a quick snap,"They're gone,"

"Oh, so I'm in a category of guys now. What makes me a player? Please enlighten me,"

"Do the names Bridgette and Leshawna ring a bell?" she questioned with a smirk,"I've been played by too many guys and damnit, you aren't going to be another one of them!"

Heather took her opportunity and walked away, making her way to first class. It was sad that what she was saying wasn't a lie, so many guys only wanted her for her body and looks. Not a single one cared about her or how she actually felt. That was why the second Heather said that she didn't feel comfortable doing sexual favors for them, they hopped to the next girl. It had gone on since her freshman year of highschool, everyone either loved or feared Heather.

Every girl wanted to be her and every guy wanted to fuck her. It wasn't the best feeling and she still hadn't gotten used to the anonymous text messages asking to hook up with her. They never liked Heather for who she truly was.

They only cared about what was on the outside and not who she truly was. And frankly, after fifteen years of everyone hating you and the second you get a good body everyone wanting to be you it was normal not to feel like you are loved. Because nobody really loved Heather. They all loved the persona that she put on.

And in her mind, Alejandro was no exception. But his mind was a whole different story.

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