Alejandro woonnnn!

Yes, this means the fanfiction is coming to an end. Sad, I know. But it's not over yet! I have MULTIPLE chapters left!


"Duncan, stop walking away!"

"Just go hang out with Alejandro, I don't give a fuck!"

"Duncan!"

He turns to face me, his teal eyes looking sad and dark. I run to him and pull him into a hug, his body tensing beside me. "Why'd you kiss him?" I kissed him because I had sex with him, and it only seems appropriate. "I don't know Duncan. I don't know anything." Yes, I do, actually. I know I really like Alejandro very much.

"Well you should know. You keep fucking with me, Gwen. I don't like it."

I bite my lip, not wanting to say something unneeded. I was fucking with him? What about all the girls he has sex with then never calls again? That was okay? Of course it was okay. I don't say anything though, instead I sigh as Duncan's arms wrap around me. "I'm not really that mad." He mutters into my ear.

"Good," I murmur, and he starts to kiss my neck. I want so much to kiss back. It feels so nice, his hot tongue running against my cool skin. I think of Alejandro and his tongue and suddenly it doesn't feel so nice.

"Duncan?" I say, pulling back to arm's length.

"Yeah?"

"I don't feel so well. I just want to sleep." The second part is true; everything just seems so much easier when I'm asleep. So he takes my hand and leads me to my room, where I hold back tears until I finally fall asleep.

XXXXX

Back when I was little, my Mom and Dad made me a promise. If I was a good girl my whole life, until I graduated high school, they would give me whatever I wanted. Back then I wanted a horse or pony or dog, but now I think I would just want peace.

I can't text Alejandro around Duncan, and vice versa. Well I hadn't tried texting Duncan while with Al. I didn't need too; I always had fun. Oh man, did I really just say that?

Today was Thursday. One more day until getting to be alone with Alejandro—after dinner with his family of course—. My ovaries were jumping with excitement.

It might just be a girl attachment thing, but I find myself shamelessly touching Alejandro during class. Nothing extreme, but my hands seem to always be touching his shoulder or thigh.

I know he likes when I rub his thigh because he blinks slower and when I stop and pull my hand away, he brings it back. We have only talked about sex once since the day it happened. It was over notes, something like this:

Did you like it?

Yes, very much. I can't wait until this Friday.

Me either! You have no idea(:

It wasn't a lie of course; I really couldn't wait to be with him on Friday.

His perfect voice and skin tone and lips and laugh and body and—I shake my head, pulling myself out of the daze I was in.

Alejandro glances at me from across the lunch table, his knee hitting mine. I smile and shake my head, heat prickling into my cheeks. Bridgette and Geoff are engulfed in some conversation about oceans, so Alejandro takes my hand and kisses it.

"Are we dating?" I look up at him as I ask it.

"I sure hope so, because I've been telling my Mom and brothers we are." He grins and I laugh. "So tomorrow, do you want to go home and I pick you up, or do you just want to go straight home with me?"

That was a good question. If I went home, I would have to see Duncan and he would see me get in the car with Alejandro. That would lead to something bad, considering Duncan is a jealous fuck.

"I'll go home with you straight afterschool, if you don't mind?"

"Nah, that's perfect. None of my brothers get home until four and my Mom gets home around five. We have plenty of time…alone…" He says the word 'alone' carefully, exaggerating it to the point I am resisting to pull off my clothing.

"Sounds like fun," I wink playfully and giggle, and he returns the wink and squeezes my hand.

Suddenly nervous, I pull my hand away from his so it doesn't get clammy and weird. I had to be extremely perfect tomorrow. One, Alejandro and I were going to have sex. It was inevitable; I wasn't objecting. Two, I was going to meet his family! I don't know how they'll react to me and my pale skin and dark hair and eyes, or if they will like me or be mean to me.

From what I got form Alejandro, his Mom was born and raised in Spain and didn't understand or speak a lick of English, besides "Hello" and "Okay", not that you could have a very long or nice conversation with those two words.

His brothers, two older and three younger were from what I understand, all like Alejandro. Cute, smart, athletic; in an easier way of explaining: his whole family is perfect.

The only thing that Alejandro never even mentioned was his Father. In a way, I wanted to know what happened to him. Why he wasn't in the picture.

He made some pretty beautiful kids, though.

XXXXX

"I'm nervous!"

"What? Why?"

"What if they don't like me?"

Alejandro does a face palm because rolling his eyes to look at me. "Please, please tell me you're joking." When I don't reply he wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my cheek. "Oh baby, they're going to love you. But for right now, you're all mine."

A tingle shoots down my spine as we walk up his driveway to his home. I don't get much time to look around the house because Alejandro is quickly dragging me up the stairs into what I'm guessing is his bedroom. It's simple; white walls, high ceiling, large soft-looking bed, relatively big television set.

"I like it!" I say, jumping onto the bed. It's as soft as it looks, thank the Lord.

He pulls off his shoes and joins me on the bed, curling up beside me. "So, what do you want to do?" He whispers and I roll my eyes. "Well that was a dumb question."

I sit up and he follows my movements. "Well I mean, we don't have to have sex. I'm fine with doing whatever."

"Really? You'd be happy with doing homework or braiding my hair?"

"If you were with me, why not?"

"Fuck, Alejandro!" I cry into my hands.

"Gwen? Baby, what's wrong?" He pulls my hands and grips them in his.

"You're perfect." I whisper. He frowns and drops my hands and they land on the bed with a thud. "I can tell you I am not perfect by any means."

"Oh, that's why you only say the right things and are so nice and careful with me…"

He groans and lies back. "I'm only like that because I was raised right. I am not perfect. I wake up every night with a nightmare about my Dad hurting my Mom. Every single night, Gwen. I scream in my dreams and out loud. I have these weird flashbacks when I'm alone. I'm terrified of being alone. Want to know why I'm so 'perfect' to you?"

I don't respond, just blink carefully. "Because you make me like that. You make me want to kiss you and call you beautiful and braid hair rather than do homework. I'd love to just cuddle with you. Do you know how awestruck I was when we had sex? You are beautiful everywhere. You give me butterflies like no girl has ever given me before Gwen."

Before I can say anything, Alejandro reaches over and rubs his thumb over my cheek. I'm crying? I rub my own eyes and find that they're wet. Suddenly it hits me very hard, and I am gasping for air in Alejandro's chest.

"Al-Alejandro!" I cry, gripping onto his shirt as I cough and cry into it. "Shush, baby. Just let it out."

"I feel dumb!" I say, choking back a sob.

"Well you aren't. No one's judging you here." He pats my head and a whole new wave crashes over me.

Well this isn't exactly how I envisioned spending my alone time with Al, but it works.

We do nothing but kiss and talk for the three hours of alone time. All five brothers get home at the same time, and they all come crashing into Al's room.

"Are they doing it?" One behind the others ask.

"Nah." The tallest one, taller than Alejandro says. "You Gwen?"

No, I'm Justin Bieber. "Yeah, nice to meet you."

"Hey Al, she's cuter than I thought she'd be!" A chubbier kid taunts.

"And she's all mine." Alejandro kisses my cheek and the younger ones groan in disgust, while the older two smile and begin the teasing. "So, you guys, alone in bed, not looking good." It takes me a moment, but then it hits me. The two older ones are twins. Same dark features and skin, exact same height.

"Should we call 16 and pregnant?" The other one jokes, ducking when Alejandro throws a pillow at him.

"Alright, let's leave them alone." One of the twins ushers the three younger boys out of the room. "When Mama comes, you two better either have the door open or be downstairs."

Alejandro nods quickly and the two tall boys leave. "They are so nice!" I grin and Alejandro rolls his eyes.

"Just you wait."

XXXXX

His Mom is tall and thin. Long black hair pulled into a high braid, her makeup well done.

She yells in Spanish to the boys and they all are speaking back in the foreign tongue, and I suddenly feel so out of place. I hear her call Alejandro's name, and see her point at me. Alejandro replies to her and a grin consumes her small face.

"Hello, Gwen!" She says, hurrying over to me and pulling me into a tight hug. I wrap my arms around her waist, and she talks to Alejandro in Spanish as we hug.

"She said you're too thin and too eat more." Alejandro says, poking my butt while his Mom isn't looking. "But she thinks you're beautiful."

I can't help the smile that creeps onto my face. We all stand around the kitchen and living room; they talk in Spanish while I stand around trying to fit in without success.

"Alejandro talked about how pretty you were before he even announced you were his girlfriend, you know."

I turn to see one of the twins smiling at me. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. He's liked you for a long time."

My heart beats furiously inside of me. I want to push Alejandro against the wall and kiss him, strip him and—No, that is not appropriate thoughts right now.

I try and focus on the quick words flowing from Al's mouth, but no word he says I understand. To me, it's just a bunch of gibberish.

"Ab gerrbee tu, Ma!"

"Qwa nut lui tata neeee!"

Yeah, that's basically all I hear. We sit down to dinner, Alejandro on my right. We are seated close enough that he can rub my leg and I have to always have food in my mouth or I'll let out some weird moan.

"Mom wants to know what you like to do?" Alejandro says to me.

"I'm an artist."

He nods and says it in Spanish, and his Mom smiles. "She says to paint her a picture." One of the twins says. I turn to her and nod. "Okay!"

She pats my hand happily and we continue eating. Alejandro is rubbing a relatively sensitive spot on my knee when my phone rings. "Oh sorry, let me answer this."

I hurry to the hallway and answer the phone. "Hello?"

"Why are people blowing up my phone talking about you and Alejandro having sex?"

My heart commits suicide, jumping into my stomach. "Wh…what?"

"Cut the shit. I just want to know. Have you had sex with Alejandro?" I don't know whether to lie or tell the truth.

"Yes." Honesty is the best policy, correct? I hear my phone beep, indicating he has ended the phone call.

Whoops.


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