It turns out I was right to talk to José and even give him my number. He's an incredibly sweet guy. He called me just a little after eight the day before and we talked just about all night. By the time we stopped it was already one in the morning. I couldn't believe I had talked to him for so long and the weirdest part was we never ran out of things to say. We talked about school-he was actually in his first year of college-, friends, movies we liked, even people we had dated. The only thing that didn't pop up in our conversation was family. With a brother like him I could see why he wouldn't want to talk about it. Before we got off the phone he surprised me by asking if I wanted to hang out the next day.

"I...don't know." I said. If I did decide to hang out with him there was a possibility that we might have to see his brother and that wasn't something I would look forward to.

"Don't worry. I know the perfect spot where Al won't show up." He told me, sensing why I hesitated. I bit my lip in contemplation, twirling my finger in my hair.

"Where would we go?" I asked.

"A spot by the beach that only I know about. It's very nice, especially on a warm day." He said and I could hear the smile in his voice. "That is if you trust me enough to be alone." I wasn't a trustful person by nature, and with José being related to you-know-who I probably shouldn't trust him. But I had already given him my number and there didn't seem to be any reason to not trust him. What could it hurt to hang out at the beach for a little while?

"Sure," I finally told him and gave him my address.

"See you tomorrow then. Bueno's noches, quierda."

"Good night," I said, hanging up. My heart beat wildly in my chest at the thought of seeing José again. "What is wrong with me?" I thought, turning off the light and slipped into bed. I had never acted this way over a guy before...except one but I was over him. Or at least I thought I was.

The next day I found myself whistling as I got dressed and skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. As I got an apple out of the fridge my little brother and sister stared at me as if I had grown a second head. "What are you two looking at?" I asked, taking a bite of the apple.

"Are you feeling okay?" Damien asked, completely forgetting the cereal in front of him.

"I don't know is your face feeling okay?" I asked, rolling my eyes and left out the kitchen. I wouldn't let those two get to me today. I had a good feeling about today and it wasn't just because I was hanging out with a hot guy.

I then heard a honk outside and I threw the apple core away before coming outside. José drove a black Lexus, windows tinted so dark that I could barely see inside. He opened the door and smiled at me. "Hello, Heather." he said as I got in. "You look muy bonita today."

"Thanks...I think." I said and he laughed. He had a nice laugh.

"So you ready?" he asked and I had a feeling there was a double meaning behind the question.

"For what?" I asked, giving him a side ways glance. He smirked and pulled out the drive way.

"You might want to buckle up." He warned. I hastily put on my seat belt before he put the gear into drive and took off. In about three seconds he was probably breaking more speeding laws than I could count. The scenery flew by in a blur and I swear he passed up about two stop signs. As terrifying as it was it was also...exhilarating. I felt as though we were practically flying over the pavement, not even touching the street.

"Who taught you how to drive?" I asked as he slowed down at a stop light.

"I taught myself, chica. It's a lot more fun that way." He told me, revving his engine.

"Have you ever gotten a speeding ticket?"

"Not one," He said, taking off as the light changed green. As he drove I watched him. He had a smile on his face and his eyes practically glittered at the thrill of driving so fast. He then glanced at me and I looked away quickly. "You're always staring at me. Why?" he asked.

Instead of truthfully telling him why I replied, "Is there a law against staring?" he snorted and shook his head.

"Tú eres otra cosa." He muttered to himself. I cocked an eyebrow at him but he didn't translate. The rest of the ride was fairly quiet and I spent the rest of the time to look out the window, occasionally sneaking glances his way. I would find out what was so different about him.

We stopped near a wooded area and he turned off the car. "I thought we were going to the beach?" I asked as we stepped out. He grabbed a bag from the backseat then got out, grabbing my hand.

"We are. It's just through here. Trust me." He said, leading me through the woods. I gripped his hand tightly, afraid to fall or trip over anything with my wedges on.

"How much further?" I asked, feeling low branches and prickers poking at my exposed legs. He smiled at me, pulling back a branch and let me walk through first.

"What do you think?" He asked. It was a beautiful. It was completely secluded, woods all around. The water lapped at the sand gently, the sun sparkling off of it.

"Wow," I said. "How did you find this place?" I asked as we walked through the sand. He reached into his bag and pulled out a blanket, laying it down on the sand.

"I'm from Spain. We instinctively know where the best beaches can be found." He said, pulling off his shirt. Like his brother, it was clear that he worked out. Around his neck, going down his chest was a tattoo of a chain with a 'J' hanging off of it. "You know your staring is getting muy creepy. But I forgive you because you're cute." He smiled at me as I turned away as I stripped off my shirt and shorts, revealing my bathing suite. He whistled and I rolled my eyes, slipping off my shoes and walked to the water. I let the water splash over my feet and closed my eyes, sighing at the peacefulness that I could never get at home. "Boo," I gasped and I stumbled forward as I heard José whisper in my ear, tapping me on my shoulder. I turned and glared at him and he smirked at me playfully. "I'm sorry did I scare you?" he asked innocently.

"No," I growled turning away from him before twisting around quickly and kicked my foot out, splashing him with cool water. He stepped back, looking at me with wide eyes before smiling.

"You shouldn't have done that." He growled, narrowing his eyes. I stepped back further into the water, my heart skipping a beat for a moment-actually scared-before he jumped at me and grabbed me around my waist. I squealed in delight, wiggling around in his grip.

"Let me go," I pleaded before screaming as we fell back. We both ended up soaked with me sitting on him. "My hair..." I whined, reaching for it to wring it out. He then grabbed my hands and brought them down gently.

"Don't. It's looks nice wet." He said, face so close I felt myself beginning to blush.

"You...really think so?" I asked, not bothering to pull my hands away. I should have but it felt kind of...nice.

"Yes, it looks beautiful." I smiled at him and leaned back, him setting his chin on my head. We sat there and stared out into the sea, lost in our own thoughts. I had just met José yet I liked him. He was so different than his brother; sweeter, more truthful, and hell lot more trustful. It was almost enough to make me forget about him, about what I used to feel for him, about that kiss...

Alejandro's POV

I. Can't. Get. Her. Out. Of. My. Head. Ever since yesterday, she's been the only thing on my mind. I couldn't close my eyes with out seeing her face pop up. It was driving me loco! And it was all because of José! He had to be lying. The number had to be a fake. "It just has to be," I muttered, looking out the window as he drove away. I stood there, staring before turning around to find my mom. Against my better judgment I know how I would find out if José was lying or not.

"Mamí," I said, finding her in the laundry room.

"Sí, mijo?" She said, loading the washer.

"Um, where did José go?" I asked, picking up a basket of clothes. She tried to take them back from me but I turned away from her.

"Alejandro," She said disapprovingly.

"Mamá, please. I can do this with out hurting myself." I told her. She sighed and shook her head, leading me out of the laundry room and to the living room.

"Aye, Alejandro. I know, I just worry about you." She said, sliding her hand through my hair to fix it.

"I know. But I'll never get better if I can't even help you with the laundry." I told her, setting the basket down. She smiled at me then kissed my forehead.

"I think José said something about going to the beach." she said, beginning to fold the clothes.

"Did he say he was going to meet someone?" I asked, praying that she said no.

"Yes, he said he was going to take a new friend of his. A girl I think." She told me.

"Does she have a name?" I asked and she looked up from her folding to give me a curious look.

"Since when are you so interested in your hermano's friends?" She asked.

"No reason. Actually, I should probably go now." I said, leaving quickly.

"Alejandro," she called.

"Adios, mamá. I'll be back later!" I called back, grabbing a set of keys from the kitchen and left out the backdoor.

If José was going to the beach then I knew exactly where that was. See, José had made it a practice of stealing my girlfriends but what he didn't know is that I still talked with them on occasion and they've all told me about this secluded beach of his. So, if the beach was where he was taking this friend-I wouldn't think of it as her until I saw with my own eyes-that's where I would find him.

I hopped in the silver Jaguar, making it to the beach in about twenty minutes, intending to catch José in his lie. I hopped out quickly, glancing to the black car that belonged to my brother and silently went through the woods. The closer I got the more I could feel my stomach start to toss and turn with worry. What if it really was her? What would I do? 'Nada. That's what.' I thought shaking my head. So what if I saw her? Things had changed, I felt nothing towards her anymore. I just had to confirm my suspicion was all.

I stopped and ducked down, staring at the picture in front of me. There she was. Sitting in the water, wrapped in the arms of my brother. As soon as I saw, I was not expecting this emotion: jealousy. Pure, unadulterated jealousy. I could feel it coursing through my body, making me want to run out there, growling like an animal, and pull her out of his arms. I wanted...to claim her as my own. I bit my lip and rocked back, standing up quietly. How could I still feel this way after a year? After she had pushed me down and caused me so much pain? How could I still love her? My mother always said the heart was a funny thing but I saw nothing funny about it.

Turning around, I began to head back to my car, taking one more glance behind me. That's when I met her eyes, those black eyes that haunted my dreams and nightmares. And like that, I was caught in her gaze, neither of us looking away. She looked as shocked as I felt and the urge to go to her filled me. "Alejandro," she said, finally breaking our intense stare. I took a step back before looking to José who smirked. It reminded me of a kid who just got a new toy and wanted to make everyone else jealous by showing it off. I glared at him and step forward, resisting all primal urges to attack him and get back what was mine-what will be mine.

"Hey, Al."

A/N: Uh-oh. Things 'bout to go down! Let me just say: It's about to be on like Donkey Kong. So, what do you think's going to happen? Apparently Alejandro wants what is his: Heather of course. And Heather, is she going to go to go Alejandro if he says he wants her or will she stay with José even though they just met? And is José really as nice as Heather says he is? Alejandro doesn't think so. Keep reading niño's y niña's, and don't forget to comment! Next chapter will be up soon. Adios! -Love Stripes