Unavailable Love - Chapter 1
Charlotte is a girl with everything money could ask for, but struggles for a relationship with her very own mother. Marco is very close-minded to the money spectrum, believing rich people face no problems, while he tries to fight feelings with a rich girl with enough skeletons in her closet.
-Charlotte-
It was summer time, which for most teenagers meant going to the beach and hanging out with friends. For me, it was long plane rides, exotic places, and three months with my mother.
"L.A.?" I asked her looking at my plane ticket. "That's it?"
"Well, I have to work with multiple groups of editors there, so why not?" She fussed over a shirt on a model.
"Why not? Cause there's nothing special about L.A." I whine following her as she returned to her office.
"I think California's very fun." She said in her matter-of-fact way. I quickly come around to sit on her client chair, putting on my face.
"What about Paris, France? No, wait I have the perfect place, Denmark! It's beautiful this time of year." I try to push farther.
"It's settled, Charlotte. We are leaving for California in 12 hours. Go home and pack, I have work to do." She pushed her glasses back up her nose and examined the sketches in her hand.
That night I stuffed my Jimmy Choos and Chanel dresses into my Louis Vuitton suitcase, finally able to snap the latch shut. Not only was I disappointed to be stuck in the country, I wasn't looking forward to being ditched by my mother every day.
I impatiently tapped my foot as we stood in the line at security.
"Charlotte." Mother tries to scold me quietly. I knew by saying my name she meant for me to stop doing some annoying habit and straighten my posture. Reluctantly I followed the unspoken direction. Mother's calm composure was irritating. She gazed off into the distance with no purpose and no attempt to speak to me.
We faced a long flight ahead of us, looking down to the city below me, I quietly said goodbye to New York, not wishing to leave my birthplace. I tried to sleep but the chairs weren't that comfortable, even if we were in first class. Putting in my headphones I ignored all the distractions around me and focused on the music, trying not to think too much of the trip that lay ahead.
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-Marco-
"Marco! Don't forget your name tag!" Mama yelled from the kitchen. I came practically sprinting down the hallway.
"Gracias, Mama. I'll see you tonight!" I kiss her cheek before I'm out the door.
"Vamos!" Diego yelled from the driver's seat. I quickly slid into the car.
"Are you trying to make us late, man?" Felix complained fixing his hair with the reflection of the side mirror or the passenger's side.
"No, I couldn't find my shoes." I tell him while fixing my collar. We sped down the streets, whipping around corners. Diego's driving always made me carsick. We finally pulled into the employee parking lot, with are cards ready to check in for work. But, as we came up to the employee check in, our manager was waiting.
"Oh, if it isn't the three musketeers?" George grimly welcomed us. He always looked sad, however that may have to do with the fact he had a long face.
"How are you today, George?" Diego used his time card first. George just glared at Diego, who tried to use his charm every time we were in trouble.
"You guys have got to start getting here on time. I can only give you so many warnings. Next time, you're cut." He tells us before slowly walking away. We just watched him go.
"You know, if he meant that, we would have been fired last summer," Felix comment makes us all laugh. Working with my best friends, made the resort worth it. Diego got the job here first when they needed someone who was good at fixing things, so they hired a high school kid for the summer. I applied next, landing the job as a pool boy, cleaning, sweeping, and folding towels. I was also managing the poolside bar that had smoothies for sale. Felix was last, because he felt left out, not having a job at the resort, so he got hired as a waiter at any black tie events. They were an everyday thing here. Felix says it's always some kind of convention of rich people who get wasted at the lunch hours and dinner parties. Even though we work for stuck up rich white people, the pay is worth it.
"Hola, Marco." Irene, a maid who goes to our school walked past. She was gorgeous, the type of girl that makes you stop and stare, so that's what the three of us did. We looked like idiots.
"Hola," I smile, trying to be nice. Even though she was beautiful, Irene wasn't my type of girl.
"I seriously don't understand why you aren't with her, man." Felix says once she is out of sight.
"She's manipulative and has no heart." I explain to Felix, having to answer this question every time we see her.
"She can manipulate me any time she wants," Diego smiles, making us laugh before going to do our jobs for the afternoon.
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-Charlotte-
"This is it?" I stare at Palm Resort.
"This is it!" Mom tells me walking into the main building to check in. I just look around at all the Hispanic maids and palm trees that towered over me, even at my height. The trip just seemed to be getting worse and worse and it hadn't even been twenty-four hours. I sighed and followed my mother, not knowing yet how important this trip would be for me.
My mother was too focused on her phone to notice that the guy helping us with our bags was checking me out. I was disgusted. The elevator ride was especially awkward while he stared and I faced forward. Once we were in our suite, he gave me a wink before leaving. I shuddered, wanting to take a shower after the way he gawked at me.
"We'll I have to run," Mom slipped on her round sunglasses that made me face my own reflection.
"You're leaving already? We just got here." I can't say I was too surprised.
"I have a meeting at 2 and it's 1:55. I'll be back for dinner." She handed me a map of the resort. "Chow, Bella." She kissed my cheek before leaving with her Gucci bag in hand.
I collapsed on the bed. Now, what was I supposed to do? Picking up my phone I called my Father.
"Hey Bella," His voice cheerful on the other end.
"Hi Dad," I smile at the sound of New York in the background.
"How was your flight?" He was curious.
"It was alright. Pretty long, but we are here. I wish I was with you and Monica back home." I confess. Izzy claims we were replacing her when Dad and I bought a cat and named her Monica. She was practically a snowball and shed all over the couches, which drives Dad crazy.
"We miss you too, sweetheart. But, your summer will be very fun in California." He reassures me. "Have you spoken to Izzy yet today?"
"No, why?" I question. He told me it wasn't for any reason, just curiosity but I kept pushing. He finally told me.
"Call her. She has news for you." So that's what I did. After saying goodbye to Dad, I called my sister.
"Hello?"
"Spill." I tell her point blank.
"Oh! Hey Charlotte," I knew she was smiling through the phone.
"Don't 'Oh Hey Charlotte', me. Tell me whatever news you have." I corner her. She sighs from the other end, a habit she has when something makes her happy. I knew my sister like the back of my hand. I knew what irritated her and what different movements meant for her.
"I'm flying out to L.A to see you and Mother in a few weeks!" She finally gives in.
"I'm so happy, you're going to save me from this horrible place." Groaning she understands my pain.
"Just hang in there for a few weeks and I'll be there. Alright, Bella?" She begs of me. I just sigh, letting her know I will. Izzy was not only my sister but my best friend. But, now she's some big shot model in Milan. Even though there is a four-year gap between us, she claims I'm the older, more mature one. I disagree. We are mistaken for twins constantly. However, I cannot see the strong similarities they do. Yes, we were both tall and had long dark hair, but her skin was fair and flawless. I could never compare to her beauty, no matter how many people called me Bella. Since Mother spends most of her time in Italy and Izzy lives there, the name was given to me at a young age and just stuck.
Izzy got pulled away with work, leaving me to an empty hotel room all to myself and no one else to call. After a few long moments of staring around at the suit, covered in white leather furniture and abstract paintings displayed on the walls, I decide to explore the resort. I grabbed my sun hat and map before heading out.
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-Marco-
"You know how many lonely cougars hand me their room keys every day?" Felix bragged to Diego and me. They were on break, hanging out at my stand as I folded towels. He pulled three keys out of his pocket, "And it's only four in the afternoon. Imagine what it'll look like when I have to wait at that women' leadership dinner party tonight."
"See," Diego turns to face him, "How come you can get all these older women to want you, but you can't even get a girlfriend at our school?"
"No, Diego, he could get a girl at our school, he just isn't attracted to any of them." I interrupt.
"I am attracted to chicas of my own age, just not chicas from our school." Felix defended himself. Just then, a tall thin girl walked by wearing white jeans, black heals and a blue shirt with a large hat on. "Watch me work."
"Felix," Diego stopped him with a hand on his chest. "She's way out of your league, Amigo."
"Watch the maestro." Felix pushes his hand away. We watched as Felix approached the girl.
"You look lost, ma'am. Can I help you find anything?" He asked far too kindly. She turned for us to see her face.
Stunning.
She huffed, giving up on the map.
"What's there to do for fun around here?"
"Well, we have a large variety of dance lessons you could take, there is a nightclub for high school students, and a separate club for anyone older than 18 at night in the buildings just down this street here." He continued to give her a list.
"What about the pool?"
"Let me bring you over to my friend Marco." He put his hand on the small of her waist. Her reaction was quick, grabbing his hand, she twisted his arm slapping him across the face.
"Next time you see a lost girl, try to help her instead of using her as a pawn to show how manly you are to your friends."
Diego began laughing, but quickly held it in as she walked over to us. I was shocked to silence. Felix stood there holding his face in pain, unable to move anything.
"Can I get a water?" She smiled wickedly at me. I slid a bottle across the bar to her. She set the money on the counter. She turned to Diego, pulling her sunglasses down just enough to look over the top.
"You're right." She smirked with her bright red lips, "I am out of his league." With that she pulled her sunglasses back over her ocean blue eyes before turning around and leaving with the click of her heals behind her. We were frozen by her presence. Her spell on us ended when Diego finally spoke.
"I think I'm in love."
"No, you're not," Felix came back over, shaking his head.
"Why not?"
"Because I am." Felix and Diego continued to fight over who was amazed by her more. I just let my mind recall our whole interaction. Her red lips, ocean eyes, tall figure, it was all so luring.
She was going to get me in trouble.
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Unavailable Love (Love story)
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Unavailable Love - Chapter 2
Show me a good time. Comment please.
-Charlotte-
After spending a while roaming around the resort, I decided to sit by the pool. I flipped through the magazines I had purchased at the airport, but none of them appealed to me. I was just plain bored. Scanning the pool scene, there were few kids and groups of guys and girls, but none of them looked inviting or friendly. My eye caught the boy at the poolside stand, who I had bought water from earlier. So picking up my bag, I decide to strike a conversation with him.
"Hey," I approach the empty stand.
"Hi, how can I help you?" He smiled, obviously a tad nervous in my presence. He wasn't bad looking either. Hispanic, but his curly hair swooped in front of his brown eyes. He had a gorgeous smile that I could see him using to get extra tips from the older women. He was surprisingly tall, taller than me, at 5'10.
"What's your name?" I asked, leaning against the counter.
"Marco." He tells me. There was some kind of tension in the air, yet I couldn't figure out what it was yet.
"Well, Marco. You seem like the most mature out of your little group of friends, so tell me. What's there to do around here?" I ask smiling at my little game.
"Well, there's the club or the sports bar. They have pool and other games in there. We also have a spa, if you're interested." He gave me the same polished answer his friend gave earlier.
"Sounds boring." I sigh, leaning away from the counter.
"Have you ever been to L.A. before?" He asked me curiously flirting with me.
"Once, but I didn't find it that interesting." I shrugged.
"Let me and my friends show you around." He offers, "Well, that is unless you have family you're visiting with."
"My mother could care less about where I am." I jump at the chance he was dangling in front of me.
"Alright, I get off in fifteen, meet me by the back gate," Marco gives me a wink.
"See you then," I began to back away when he caught me again.
"Ay!" He called out, making me turn around. "What's your name, chica?"
"Charlotte." I answer.
"Charlotte, don't wear anything too nice," he warns me with a crooked smile before letting me go.
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-Marco-
"You invited her to hang out with us?!" Diego practically screamed as we waited for her. I kicked my sneakers against the cement. I stared at the rock I was kicking around.
"She wanted me to show her a good time, she said." I told them.
"Do you even know her name?" Felix put me in the hot seat.
"It's Charlotte."
"A gorgeous name for a gorgeous chica." Felix smiled. He was right, she was flawless. I almost choked when she approached me this afternoon. She wasn't my type though. She was a rich white girl with not a problem in the world that money couldn't fix.
"Here she comes," Diego hissed nodding in her direction.
"Hey, Marco!" She waved, as she walked down the alley. Wearing a purple studded leather jacket, jeans with high-top sneakers, she looked ready to face the streets.
"Hey, girl." Felix nodded at her. She shot him a glare. I introduced her to them before she asked, "So what's the plan?"
"Depends, how much of L.A. do you wanna see?" Diego stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Depends, how much of L.A. is there to see?" She raised an eyebrow, ready to challenge him.
"Chica, where we come from, the largest house is a three bedroom, the dogs purpose is to protect the house, and no one owns a pair of jeans that cost more than $25." Diego explained.
"I'm not an innocent porcelain doll. Let's go." She stays fierce, unfazed by his description of what we call home. Getting in the car, I open the door for her and she slid in. The car ride was long and quite with her there. She stared out the window, watching as the income in houses, went down as we got closer and closer to our side of town.
When Diego parked the car, we were at the playgrounds with an open field next to it. The crew was already waiting for us after Felix texted them, informing them we were attending the match.
"So, Charlotte," Diego catches her eyes in his rearview mirror. "Do you like soccer?"
"I've never played." She told us, making our jaws drop.
"Get ready for one badass game." Felix smirked, getting out of the car.
Walking up to the crew was the most awkward part of the evening. They stared at her as if she wasn't real.
"Who is she?" Irene draped herself around Alex, watching her competition.
"Charlotte." She spoke for herself.
"And what corner did you pick her off of, Diego?" She glared at Charlotte.
"Honey, I have more class than you." Charlotte looked unharmed, able to hold her own.
"Oh, you think so?" Irene, got off the picnic table, getting face to face with Charlotte.
"Sweetheart, I know so." Charlotte gave her a bittersweet smile. This threw Irene off, she shoved Charlotte's shoulders.
"Ven a mi chica," Irene started yelling at her in Spanish. Before Charlotte could hit back, I wrapped my arms around her and Alex did the same to Irene.
"Cool off, chicas!" Jose yelled, his voice booming over the field. They both stopped squirming in our arms. "Let's get this game started. Come on, boys." Alex and I let go of the girls, trusting them to behave. Felix, Diego, and I threw off our jackets wearing our white jerseys. I watched Charlotte as she took her place at the picnic table, as far away from Irene as she could. Crossing her legs and straightening her posture, she looked so out of place, which made me chuckle.
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-Charlotte-
My introduction to Marco's group of friends didn't go as smoothly as I'd hoped. But I wasn't going to back down to her level. I kept my head high, and took my seat next to a small girl with dark curls that looked unable to be tamed with a hair brush.
"Hi, I'm Dia." She beamed at me.
"Charlotte," I hesitate, but return to smile.
"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you are beautiful." She complemented. Slightly taken back, I thank her for her nice comment. "Have you ever been to one of these soccer games?"
"No, not at all." I tell her, watching the boys as they prepare to play.
"Do you get sick at the sight of blood?" She asked the peculiar question.
"No?" I give her a puzzled expression.
"Good." She sighed. Unsure of what she meant, I turned to watch the game. It was nice to know I had made a friend.
Show me a good time. Comment please.
-Charlotte-
After spending a while roaming around the resort, I decided to sit by the pool. I flipped through the magazines I had purchased at the airport, but none of them appealed to me. I was just plain bored. Scanning the pool scene, there were few kids and groups of guys and girls, but none of them looked inviting or friendly. My eye caught the boy at the poolside stand, who I had bought water from earlier. So picking up my bag, I decide to strike a conversation with him.
"Hey," I approach the empty stand.
"Hi, how can I help you?" He smiled, obviously a tad nervous in my presence. He wasn't bad looking either. Hispanic, but his curly hair swooped in front of his brown eyes. He had a gorgeous smile that I could see him using to get extra tips from the older women. He was surprisingly tall, taller than me, at 5'10.
"What's your name?" I asked, leaning against the counter.
"Marco." He tells me. There was some kind of tension in the air, yet I couldn't figure out what it was yet.
"Well, Marco. You seem like the most mature out of your little group of friends, so tell me. What's there to do around here?" I ask smiling at my little game.
"Well, there's the club or the sports bar. They have pool and other games in there. We also have a spa, if you're interested." He gave me the same polished answer his friend gave earlier.
"Sounds boring." I sigh, leaning away from the counter.
"Have you ever been to L.A. before?" He asked me curiously flirting with me.
"Once, but I didn't find it that interesting." I shrugged.
"Let me and my friends show you around." He offers, "Well, that is unless you have family you're visiting with."
"My mother could care less about where I am." I jump at the chance he was dangling in front of me.
"Alright, I get off in fifteen, meet me by the back gate," Marco gives me a wink.
"See you then," I began to back away when he caught me again.
"Ay!" He called out, making me turn around. "What's your name, chica?"
"Charlotte." I answer.
"Charlotte, don't wear anything too nice," he warns me with a crooked smile before letting me go.
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-Marco-
"You invited her to hang out with us?!" Diego practically screamed as we waited for her. I kicked my sneakers against the cement. I stared at the rock I was kicking around.
"She wanted me to show her a good time, she said." I told them.
"Do you even know her name?" Felix put me in the hot seat.
"It's Charlotte."
"A gorgeous name for a gorgeous chica." Felix smiled. He was right, she was flawless. I almost choked when she approached me this afternoon. She wasn't my type though. She was a rich white girl with not a problem in the world that money couldn't fix.
"Here she comes," Diego hissed nodding in her direction.
"Hey, Marco!" She waved, as she walked down the alley. Wearing a purple studded leather jacket, jeans with high-top sneakers, she looked ready to face the streets.
"Hey, girl." Felix nodded at her. She shot him a glare. I introduced her to them before she asked, "So what's the plan?"
"Depends, how much of L.A. do you wanna see?" Diego stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Depends, how much of L.A. is there to see?" She raised an eyebrow, ready to challenge him.
"Chica, where we come from, the largest house is a three bedroom, the dogs purpose is to protect the house, and no one owns a pair of jeans that cost more than $25." Diego explained.
"I'm not an innocent porcelain doll. Let's go." She stays fierce, unfazed by his description of what we call home. Getting in the car, I open the door for her and she slid in. The car ride was long and quite with her there. She stared out the window, watching as the income in houses, went down as we got closer and closer to our side of town.
When Diego parked the car, we were at the playgrounds with an open field next to it. The crew was already waiting for us after Felix texted them, informing them we were attending the match.
"So, Charlotte," Diego catches her eyes in his rearview mirror. "Do you like soccer?"
"I've never played." She told us, making our jaws drop.
"Get ready for one badass game." Felix smirked, getting out of the car.
Walking up to the crew was the most awkward part of the evening. They stared at her as if she wasn't real.
"Who is she?" Irene draped herself around Alex, watching her competition.
"Charlotte." She spoke for herself.
"And what corner did you pick her off of, Diego?" She glared at Charlotte.
"Honey, I have more class than you." Charlotte looked unharmed, able to hold her own.
"Oh, you think so?" Irene, got off the picnic table, getting face to face with Charlotte.
"Sweetheart, I know so." Charlotte gave her a bittersweet smile. This threw Irene off, she shoved Charlotte's shoulders.
"Ven a mi chica," Irene started yelling at her in Spanish. Before Charlotte could hit back, I wrapped my arms around her and Alex did the same to Irene.
"Cool off, chicas!" Jose yelled, his voice booming over the field. They both stopped squirming in our arms. "Let's get this game started. Come on, boys." Alex and I let go of the girls, trusting them to behave. Felix, Diego, and I threw off our jackets wearing our white jerseys. I watched Charlotte as she took her place at the picnic table, as far away from Irene as she could. Crossing her legs and straightening her posture, she looked so out of place, which made me chuckle.
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-Charlotte-
My introduction to Marco's group of friends didn't go as smoothly as I'd hoped. But I wasn't going to back down to her level. I kept my head high, and took my seat next to a small girl with dark curls that looked unable to be tamed with a hair brush.
"Hi, I'm Dia." She beamed at me.
"Charlotte," I hesitate, but return to smile.
"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you are beautiful." She complemented. Slightly taken back, I thank her for her nice comment. "Have you ever been to one of these soccer games?"
"No, not at all." I tell her, watching the boys as they prepare to play.
"Do you get sick at the sight of blood?" She asked the peculiar question.
"No?" I give her a puzzled expression.
"Good." She sighed. Unsure of what she meant, I turned to watch the game. It was nice to know I had made a friend.
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Unavailable Love - Chapter 3
Interesting enough for you?
-Charlotte-
I soon found out what Dia meant when she asked me if I got sick at the sight of blood. The boys were lethal. Slamming into each other, shoving shoulders, kicking shins. But, it all didn't matter, because these guys were all good friends, it was nothing personal if you punched someone in the face.
I bit my nail and tapped my foot between goals. Whenever Marco's team gained a point, Dia and I would stand up and cheer. We popped open some drinks.
"You've never had a beer?" She looks up at me, astonished.
"Campaign and wine is all I've ever had." I tell her honestly.
"Well cheers," she hit her glass against mine before taking a drink. I hesitate before quickly taking a large swallow. I squeeze my eyes shut to the nasty taste.
"Ew!" I make a face.
"A few more drinks and it will taste fine, trust me." She says, turning back to the game as if she were a professional at all things alcohol related.
As the game resumed, shirts started flying to the sidelines. I couldn't blame them either, even though it was dark at this point, it was still very humid and I could imagine how warm it was if you were running around on the field. However, it was a weird feeling I got suddenly. I barely knew these three boys and they pulled off their shirts with no hesitation, but that wasn't the weird part. The weird part was the fact I was admiring them all, especially Marco. They were not bad looking... at all. Obviously built soccer players with six packs.
The game ended and the boys won. Their ego just got bigger with them gaining the extra point right before it was over. Felix ran around the field in happiness, making Dia and me laugh.
"I better go settle him down." She laughs, pushing away from the bench. Marco came to take her place.
"Interesting enough for you?" He was out of breath and sitting too close. I nodded right when I noticed his cheek was bleeding.
"Oh, your cheek." I inform him. He touches it examining the blood on his fingers and shrugs. I put up a finger before retreating to the first aid kit that was at hand. Picking up some bandages and alcohol I return to him. I carefully place the stinging ointment on the scrape, he winces but recovers when it settles in.
"Gracias," he said, smiling.
"It's not a problem," I shrug letting the corners of my lips turn up at the gratitude.
"So, it was fun for you?" He asks again.
"Yes, thanks for letting me tag along. I know it's probably really weird to let a stranger hang out with you and your friends." I tell, a bit embarrassed.
"It was fun having you here." He nodded.
"Okay, we have to work early in the morning, so let's get Charlotte back to the resort."
Diego came to pat Marco on the back, letting him know we had to leave. The ride back to the hotel was a lot more talkative than the ride to the game. Excitement over the game still pumped through all of us. When they dropped me off at the back gate, I thanked them all.
"Any time," Diego smiled.
"See you tomorrow." I stepped away from the car as they said their last goodbyes, driving away. However, watching them, I saw Marco turn around and watch me out of the back window. Making my way up to the hotel, I expected Mother to be there waiting with a lecture about how I'm not responsible, when the rolls are actually switched.
Opening the hotel room, I found it pitch dark and no sign of Mother's presence since we checked in. Crawling into my bed, I noted the time was 1:30 AM.
No one had meetings till 1:30 in the morning.
Interesting enough for you?
-Charlotte-
I soon found out what Dia meant when she asked me if I got sick at the sight of blood. The boys were lethal. Slamming into each other, shoving shoulders, kicking shins. But, it all didn't matter, because these guys were all good friends, it was nothing personal if you punched someone in the face.
I bit my nail and tapped my foot between goals. Whenever Marco's team gained a point, Dia and I would stand up and cheer. We popped open some drinks.
"You've never had a beer?" She looks up at me, astonished.
"Campaign and wine is all I've ever had." I tell her honestly.
"Well cheers," she hit her glass against mine before taking a drink. I hesitate before quickly taking a large swallow. I squeeze my eyes shut to the nasty taste.
"Ew!" I make a face.
"A few more drinks and it will taste fine, trust me." She says, turning back to the game as if she were a professional at all things alcohol related.
As the game resumed, shirts started flying to the sidelines. I couldn't blame them either, even though it was dark at this point, it was still very humid and I could imagine how warm it was if you were running around on the field. However, it was a weird feeling I got suddenly. I barely knew these three boys and they pulled off their shirts with no hesitation, but that wasn't the weird part. The weird part was the fact I was admiring them all, especially Marco. They were not bad looking... at all. Obviously built soccer players with six packs.
The game ended and the boys won. Their ego just got bigger with them gaining the extra point right before it was over. Felix ran around the field in happiness, making Dia and me laugh.
"I better go settle him down." She laughs, pushing away from the bench. Marco came to take her place.
"Interesting enough for you?" He was out of breath and sitting too close. I nodded right when I noticed his cheek was bleeding.
"Oh, your cheek." I inform him. He touches it examining the blood on his fingers and shrugs. I put up a finger before retreating to the first aid kit that was at hand. Picking up some bandages and alcohol I return to him. I carefully place the stinging ointment on the scrape, he winces but recovers when it settles in.
"Gracias," he said, smiling.
"It's not a problem," I shrug letting the corners of my lips turn up at the gratitude.
"So, it was fun for you?" He asks again.
"Yes, thanks for letting me tag along. I know it's probably really weird to let a stranger hang out with you and your friends." I tell, a bit embarrassed.
"It was fun having you here." He nodded.
"Okay, we have to work early in the morning, so let's get Charlotte back to the resort."
Diego came to pat Marco on the back, letting him know we had to leave. The ride back to the hotel was a lot more talkative than the ride to the game. Excitement over the game still pumped through all of us. When they dropped me off at the back gate, I thanked them all.
"Any time," Diego smiled.
"See you tomorrow." I stepped away from the car as they said their last goodbyes, driving away. However, watching them, I saw Marco turn around and watch me out of the back window. Making my way up to the hotel, I expected Mother to be there waiting with a lecture about how I'm not responsible, when the rolls are actually switched.
Opening the hotel room, I found it pitch dark and no sign of Mother's presence since we checked in. Crawling into my bed, I noted the time was 1:30 AM.
No one had meetings till 1:30 in the morning.