0.2

                                    

                                          
"isabella! nos vamos a casa de tu tía."
                          
i groaned. "i don't wanna." going to my aunt's house meant dealing with all my cousins. how did that woman end up with four kids of four different men? i loved little kids, but my cousins made me wish i was sterile. 
                          
"mira gringa de mierda, levántate que nos vamos en cinco minutos." 
                          
i was feeling sick, i've been throwing up the past week but my mom said that i was a changa and proceeded to apply vicks in my forehead because it would make my headaches go away. 
                          
i rolled my eyes and got out of bed. i got dressed and walked down the stairs to find my mom looking pissed as ever. 
                          
to say that my day was a disaster would be an understatement, 
                          
having four little kids yelling the whole damn afternoon was not how i hoped i would spend my spring break. 
                          
zabdiel had to leave to miami to record some new songs for his band's next album, so i couldn't use the excuse that i would be hanging out with him. i just wanted to lay down all day and then cry the night before school starts again because i didn't do my homework. at least this was my senior year, which meant it's my last year in hell.
                          
"cheer up, you'll get to stay with me during the summer!" zabdiel said excitedly through the phone. 
                          
i sighed. "i wish i didn't have to wait until summer. i mean, staying in a house with four hotties and my best friend? a dream come true."
                          
"so i'm not a hottie?" he gasped.
                          
"well, you do have a nice butt."
                          
i could practically see him smile. "i know, right?"
                          
i rolled my eyes. "hey, gotta go. my mom's gonna look for me at any moment."
                          
"alright, bye. lov—"
                          
i had to cut him off because i had seen my mom approach me.
                          
"what are you doing, isa?"
                          
i coughed, "nothing. just feeling sick." 
it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either.
                          
"véte y acuéstate, you'l be better in no time." my mom kissed my head. 
                          
i smiled innocently. "can i go home? you wouldn't want me to get my cousins sick too." 
                          
she stared at me for a moment before rolling her eyes. "fine, here." she gave me the car keys. "you better be going straight home. te amo."
                          
"yo a ti!" i exclaimed and ran towards the car. she almost never let me drive alone, so i enjoyed the little time i had. i rolled the windows down and screamed out the lyrics to the music playing on the radio. my nausea was long forgotten, but my headache just didn't seem to go away. 
                          
i jumped on my bed as soon as i got home. but not before taking the long way home so i could have more time for myself, of course. 
                          
i just couldn't wait for senior year to be over. my mother wanted me to stay home for college, but i had always wanted to go stay in the states. 
                          
my phone vibrated against my pillow. i turned it over to see an incoming facetime call from zabdiel and i almost declined it. 
                          
i sighed before answering it. 
                          
"BELLA!" christopher's voice was heard before i could even see them. "i miss you!" 
                          
i giggled and rolled my eyes. "hey, chris, what's up?" 
                          
"not much, zabdiel is moody because you hung up on him." 
                          
"i'm not." i faintly heard zabdiel say. 
                          
"don't be such a baby, z. i had to make up an excuse to make my mom that i was sick so she let me stay home." 
                          
"metiéndole embustes a tu mamá, shame on you."
                          
"hey! it wasn't a full lie. i do feel sick, but i had to exaggerate it."
                          
"so, your prom is coming up..."
                          
i laughed. "it's barely april, prom is in june." 
                          
"exactly," said christopher. "it's basically a la vuelta de la esquina." 
                          
"so your prom is coming up..." zabdiel repeated. "which colour should my tie be?"
                          
christopher gasped and took the phone from zabdiel so i could see only him. he turned to zabdiel, "so that's why you won't be able to record in june. can i come? i promise i'll just take a lot of pictures from afar." he pouted at me. 
                          
i shrugged. "might as well bring your whole boyband." 
                          
"girls would probably dump their boyfriends for us." christopher flipped his hair. his hat fell and i laughed.
                          
"you're not wrong there." i heard the door downstairs open and close. "hey, gotta go. i think my mom's home. time to pretend to be asleep."
                          
christopher blew me a kiss before zabdiel took the phone back from him. "just two more months to go, little one. love you!"
                          
"i'm literally older than you." i tried to say, but he had already hung up.