“Everyone wants to be my friend,” I retort with a grin. When her eyes cast to it, she glowers, but then her face becomes blank.
“They must feel bad for you.”
“So, feel bad for me and be my friend.”
“You’re annoying.”
“You mean good looking?”
She softly groans. “We’re getting off track.”
“Put me back on it then. You’re kind of making it hard to focus.” My grin deepens.
She drags a deep inhale, like she’s trying to muster every ounce of patience she has left. I shouldn’t like this, but I do. Ireallydo.
“You did that all on your own. Also, that’s not called research, that’s called stalking.”
“Can’t be stalking if it’s all available on the internet. Though I did find out through Pen that you teach swim lessons. That aside, everything I learned about you is online. Blame whoever put it there.”
“You’re weird.” She aggravatedly punches the keys, typing a few very basic questions.
“And you’re no fun.Are you minoring in anything?” I read off her question from the screen. “I’m not, but you can ask me anything; I’m an open book. For now, you’re going to have to wait your turn because it’s mine. If you could watch any show for the rest of your life, which would it be?”
“I don’t watch TV.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not. It never interested me,” she replies. Something tells me she’s lying but I don’t push. “Well…when I was younger, I watchedRebelde.”
Good, common grounds. “Which was your favorite character?”
“Roberta.”
“She was mine too.” I type her response.
Now she cocks a brow.
“I was young and she was hot. Don’t look at me like that. I bet you crushed on Miguel, huh?”
“No, it was Diego. I know he was a douche, but he was hot.”
“But not as hot as me, right?” I joke because I don’t like hearing the sadness in her voice.
“I want to meet the person who over inflated your ego. I need a word or two with them.”
And I want to meet the person who fucked her over. I’ll have more than words with them.
I chuckle at her grimace. “My mom, but can you blame her? Just look at me.” I wave a hand down the side of my face. “I’m devastatingly good looking.”
“Mmm…devastatingly annoying.”
“Your denial is showing.”
“I never said you weren’t good looking. I just said…fuck. I’m done talking to you.” She furiously moves her fingers along the keys, typing a bullshit-ass response. “I think we’ve broken the ice.”
I smirk, feeling smug. “We’ve barely scratched the surface.”
“Daniel,”
