Alejandro and HeatherHeather's POVAlejandro and Heather by leapylion3
"I am gonna win this thing," I gloat into the camera. "I know a lot of people might not like it, but you'll see. They'll all see-"
I'm cut off as Alejandro opens the confessional door. "Oh, I'm sorry, mi chica, the door still hasn't gotten fixed and-"
"Shut up," I command, putting my hand out in front of me in a 'stop' gesture. "I was done, anyways. And stop calling me that."
I get up; about to exit the bathroom, but Alejandro gets a solid grip on my wrist. "Why must you go so soon, mi chica?" He looks at me with a look that could turn a girl's heart into a puddle, dripping into his strong, tan hands.
Well, it won't work on me.
I'm about to say that, but instead I hear myself mumble, "What do you mean?"
Ugh! What happened to that confident girl I used to be? Not needing a man for her to be happy-
Not that Alejandro is my man. That's crazy talk.