Request from @oldfashiondisturb : The reader is Samuel's sister, and best friend with Nadia, but in love with Guzman since the start of the year. She tries to forget him with Valerio, but some boy aka Guzman is jealous, even if it wasn't planned like this for him, he is the first surprise but he has to do something ? :O
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This studying has grown boring almost an hour ago as you flicked relentlessly through pages to keep up with the subject. You, your brother Samuel, and Nadia did this regularly whenever there were exams. It always got dull for you a lot quicker than it did for them but you continued nonetheless. If you actually wanted to pass the year at Las Encinas, you’d have to put up with it.
“Can we take a break?” You groan, tossing your pen down onto the table, “There’s only so much I can do.”
“The test is tomorrow (Y/n)!” Nadia laughs, turning the page in her book and answering the next question with ease.
You run a hand through your hair, “It’s boring! And you know you’ll pass anyway Nadia.”
“She’s just taking Guzman’s influence, right (Y/n)?” Your brother nudges you, a smirk playing on his lips.
You glare at him and try to stop the blush from tainting your cheeks, “We said we wouldn’t talk about that anymore.”
“What? Your obsessive crush on the most annoying boy in our class?”
You hit your brothers arm and stand up from the table, “He’s not that bad. And I’m over it.”
Nadia and Samu share a knowing look and laugh at each other.
They had a habit of doing this. Ever since you’d first confessed that you might like Guzmán, they’d been set on making little comments to wind you up. Actually, it was Samuel that made the comments and Nadia that laughed at them. Really, she felt quite sympathetic toward you. But they were right - you hadn’t really got over it.
The test going badly was most definitely an understatement. Maybe you should’ve revised more last night - you could see Nadia inputting answers like she’d been programmed to ace it from the start. You on the other hand? You’d come down to the pool instead to distract yourself.
“Was it really that bad?” It’s Guzmán that questions you as you finish another length of the pool.
You glance up and watch as he walks down the side, eying you for the entire time.
“Wasn’t it for you?” You push yourself up and shift round so you’re sat at the poolside, legs dangling into the water.
He scoffs, “Tests here are always bad for me.”
You smirk a little and run your hands over your slicked hair from the water, setting your goggles onto the surface beside you.
“Lucky for me, I’m a good swimmer,” Guzmán cocks a brow, “I can’t say the same for you.”
“Well, thanks,” You roll your eyes.
You’d grown tired of questioning why you continued to have a crush on this boy. The majority of your conversation with him, which generally only happened at the pool when it was only the two of you, would consist mainly of him mocking you. Other than that? You’d practically be invisible to him around school. He was surrounded by his group and Lu. And you were just Samuel’s sister.
“Don’t wallow in your own self pity, please?” He says as he gears up to start training, “You’ll distract me. And you can’t be that bad.”
It shouldn’t make you blush and you hate yourself for giving into it. But there you were, thankful as he jumped into the water so he wouldn’t see your cheeks turn a burning shade of red.
“Nadia!” You grin as she walks up toward you and Samuel, always managing to look completely different when she was out of her school uniform.
“Hey!” She smiles, hugging you quickly in greeting, “Sorry I’m a bit late.”
You were all at the club tonight for another party, though they generally consisted of you three sticking with each other - Omar joining you whenever he could.
“It’s not like you were missing much,” Samuel rolls his eyes, glancing around at the growing crowd, “Who’s that?”
All three of you turn towards the boy that had just arrived. He had an appearance that you could already tell would match perfectly in tune with his loud personality. The bold curls on his head, the open arms like he was introducing himself to the world, the bright print on his shirt.
“Lu’s brother,” Guzmán comments as he walks past, heading over to the boy who greets him with a brotherly hug.
You knew Guzmán had probably only gone over because Lu followed behind the boy but you brushed it off quickly. The other boy seemed intriguing but certainly not somebody you’d usually concern yourself with. He seemed far too arrogant, too certain that he would never find anyone as good as himself. But his grin and his carefree attitude seem oddly interesting.
“So if you take this,” Nadia points to a number on your page that you couldn’t even work out how you’d got to, “And divide it by this... I’ve lost you again?”
You sigh and put your face in your hands, “It’s like I’ve never even learnt it.”
She smiles and tries her best to remain patient, “Thats okay, we can go again if you need to.”
“Is there room for one more in this class?” You don’t recognise the voice as somebody you know but it’s distinctive already - it would only match the new boy.
“You’ll probably be better than I am,” You mutter half to yourself, staring at the page of maths like it would make anymore sense.
“Oh, darling,” He laughs, sitting down in the seat beside you and throwing an arm over your shoulder, “I think you’ve just given yourself a challenge.”
The three of you spend the rest of the period trying to get through this topic before the bell sounds and Nadia packs up for her next lesson.
“I never caught your name,” The boy points out, “I’m Valerio.”
“Valerio,” You repeat, “I’m (Y/n), Samuel’s sister.”
“I don’t care for the family history, you interest me enough on your own.”
And just like that, he seemed a little more intriguing.
“No seriously Valerio!” You squeal as he lifts you up with ease, spinning you around, “We need to-“
Your laughter soon stops any words from escaping you as he throws you down onto the couch.
“We need to what?” He cocks a brow, hovering above you as he falls closer to your face.
“You’re a distraction,” You comment, referencing the fact that you’d originally come to his house with the intention of studying. Just as you had done the day before, and the day before that.
“(Y/n), you’ve been distracting me since day one.” He mumbles, leaning closer to you as his hands trail up your sides.
Things with him felt exciting. He was living in a whole different realm to what you were used to. He didn’t mock you, didn’t make you nervous - he made you distracted (in more ways than one). You weren’t certain of any feelings for him, any possibility, but he was interesting. And he seemed like a good person beyond this exterior. Though it seemed like neither of you were too fussed about what lay beyond surface level.
He dips down and is just about to kiss you when the door unlocks.
“Valerio!” It’s Lu’s voice.
You watch as he rolls his eyes and presses up to kneel on the couch, “You’re home early.”
“We finished dinner early,” She responds quickly, “I thought you were meant to be studying.”
You push yourself up so you’re now visible to the pair that stood at the door - Lu and Guzmán. Somehow, you and Guzmán make eye contact for a moment and it seems to linger for more than that - like you’re trying to read any expression that crosses his face. But, to your own disappointment, it doesn’t seem like there’s anything.
“With the García?” Lu scoffs, “Come on Valerio, seriously?”
It’s Guzmán. With an oddly warning tone to his voice.
“I should go,” You say quickly, fumbling to get off from the sofa and grab your jacket.
“Hey, hey, no,” Valerio stops you, standing up beside you and throwing an arm over you, “Is there a problem, Lu?”
She looks between the two of you and tuts, “It won’t last, darling.”
But all you can do is keep your eyes focused on the boy beside her. The boy who now refused to look in your direction. And who oddly seemed to have a completely different energy to him now.
When you walk in for swim training the next morning, your heart sinks like a lead balloon at the sight of who was just swimming perpendicular to where you walked. Who else would it possibly be?
Guzmán finishes his length and glances up to check the clock, smirking before he turns toward the door. He knew this was the time you always got here in the mornings. Every single time - practically to the exact minute.
“I’m surprised you’re not busy with your new boyfriend,” He calls, not bothering to make any actual effort to look at you properly.
“Shut up Guzmán,” You roll your eyes, setting your towel down on the bench. Maybe he hadnt changed as you’d thought. This still seemed relatively typical.
“What’s he got you doing now? Trying out his latest drug mix? Who can drink the most before they pass out?” He lists, face growing colder and more stern as he speaks.
You don’t respond. Why had you assumed he’d react any differently? You were nothing more to him than somebody to mock, to taunt, to treat as separate from him because you hadn’t grown up like the rest.
“You should be careful with him, (Y/n),” Guzmán says simply, “He’s not like you.”
For the first part of that, he’d impressed you. He’d made it actually sound like he gave a damn. But the second part struck you right back home.
“Not like me?” You scoff, tugging your goggles over your head and hanging them around your neck, “You mean he didnt grow up in a two bedroom flat with three brothers? Or he isn’t only at the school because of a lucky break?”
Guzmán remains silent, his cheeks heating with a tint of red. You take it as just a consequence from fatiguing after swimming.
“Thanks Guzmán but I can take care of myself. That’s what us poor ones do, isn’t it?”
Before he can say anything more, you dive into the water and thank the pool for creating a barrier between the two of you. He’d stay in his lane and you’d stay in yours - literally and metaphorically.
“Hello beautiful people!” Valerio calls as he walks proudly across the floor towards you and Samuel.
Him and Lu were hosting a party at theirs tonight. It was for some particular reason that you hadn’t paid attention to when Valerio first invited you, but you’d been thankful for the opportunity to avoid some more studying. Things with him had been nothing more than the two of you just having fun to put it simply. It was pretty apparent that you didn’t have feelings for each other. But also apparent that there were other reasons why you needed the distraction. You didn’t care to explain your reasoning to him, and you never pried enough as to find out why he did. For now, you were comfortable with using this to keep your mind off Guzmán. Although maybe it hadn’t been exactly successful in that field yet.
You could tell from his breath as his arm fell around your waist that Valerio had already been drinking enough as it was. You weren’t big on drinking - always growing up fearing when your father would come home drunk. And drugs were a whole different story, with similar reasoning to the first.
“Can I get you guys a drink?” He suggests, swaying into you as he waves his arm at Samuel too.
“I’m fine, thank you,” He shakes his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
You’re relieved when Ander and Omar make their way over - hoping they’d at least distract Samuel a bit. He was in no way approving of you spending any time with Valerio, he’d made that very clear. And he’d encouraged you that Nano wouldn’t have let you anywhere near him if he was here.
He turns you to him and holds both arms on your hips, “You look hot tonight.”
You roll your eyes and try to brush him off, “And after how many drinks are you saying that?”
He smirks and leans down to you, lips grazing your ear, “How about I get you up to my level?”
He moves one hand away from you and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a small clear packet that would be recognisable to anyone. Even the sight of it pools a sickening feeling in your stomach. You’d had far too many sleepless nights on the end of your bed with your brothers, listening to your father’s yelling, smashing, hitting - all as a consequence of the drink and the ‘little white powder’.
“No, no, definitely not,” You try to push him away, hoping he’d be sober enough to get the message and forget it.
“Come on, you’ll love the feeling,” He encourages, waving the packer closer to you like he was taunting a child with a toy.
You try to push away from him again, “Valerio, no.”
Before he can say anything more, there’s somebody between the two of you. They have their back to you and their face close enough to Valerio to instantly intimidate. Originally, you’d assumed it to be your twin brother - expecting Samuel to have the same reaction to the drugs as you had. But the frame is too tall to be Samuel, towering above you. And those broad shoulders can only be owned by one boy.
“Leave her alone, Valerio,” Guzmán’s tone is calm but icy, warning but not stepping above the line.
“Come on!” Valerio chuckles, “It’s a party!”
“I won’t ask you again, man. She told you no, now go take your fucking drugs somewhere else,” He speaks through his teeth, getting closer and closer to Valerio until he grips onto the lapels of his jacket and shoved him away from both of you.
Valerio stumbles just as his sister approaches the outbreak.
“Is there a problem?” She asks with a tone that she’s trying to keep positive.
“Ask your boyfriend, if you can even call him that anymore,” Valerio smirks, swiping a bottle from the table as he pushes through the crowd of people.
Lu looks between you and Guzmán before turning around to follow in the footsteps of her half brother. It’s only then that Guzmán focuses any of his attention on you.
“Are you okay?” He asks, eyes looking between each of yours.
He’s closer to you than he has been before and you take in the scent of his cologne on his torso. Not noticing his height above you until your eyes were in line with his heart.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, thank you,” You fumble, glancing around at the people who were now solely focused on watching what had just unfolded.
He follows your line of sight and smirks, “They’ll always find a reason to watch.”
Your heart is pounding and your vision trying to keep its focus on his face but he’s gone quickly. He takes off into the party where he blended in so easily and you’re stuck once again with that weird, unsettling excitement he always managed to cause.
The next morning, you arrive to the pool before Guzmán gets there and you feel your excited heart fail for just a second. Why should you expect anything to come from last night? You’d spent this entire school year expecting something to come from every moment you shared with Guzmán. Why would that party have changed anything?
You set your towel down on the side, hold your goggles in one hand, stretch out a little, and prepare to start your training for the day. But you’re interrupted as the door swings open.
In he walks. Torso and legs exposed as he’s covered by the smallest level of material, hair damp from showering and small beads of water trickling down past his pecks.
“Good morning,” He nods, setting his towel down beside yours as he walks straight past you.
“Morning,” You say, following his path with your gaze.
“I just wanted to say thank you for last night,” You begin, keeping your eyes now focused on the tiled floor beneath you.
“You don’t need to thank me,” He says, tone short and a little abrupt.
“I know, but you really didn’t have to do anything and I-“ You fiddle with the strap of your goggles to try to give yourself anything as a distraction, “I don’t know, I just wanted to-“
“It’s fine, (Y/n),” Guzmán smiles quickly, “But I told you he wasn’t good for you.”
“I know,” You nod, “Nothing was ever going to happen between us though.”
“Have you ever had a boyfriend, (Y/n)?” Guzmán interjects and it instantly surprises you that he takes any interest in your life.
You glance up and swallow the lump in your throat, “No.”
He smirks a little, “I didn’t think so.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“See,” He starts walking closer to you, “I convinced myself that last night I was just helping you out, and I would’ve done it to anybody that Valerio had been pestering. But then I realised that all I seemed to focus on for the rest of the night was you - if I’d seen you wear that outfit before, what drink you had in your hand, how many times you made a joke to your brother. I kept focusing on you and I hated it because I couldn’t understand why.”
You’re frozen still as he speaks, now with only one stride between you and him.
“And then it hit me. It was you. The try-hard, innocent, never been kissed, García Domínguez that I’d never really paid much thought to,” He shrugs, “I’ve got Lu pining over every move I make and the only girl I could think about, was you.”
You can’t tell whether to be annoyed at his description of you or utterly dumbfounded by the fact that he’d just confessed this so quickly.
“And that’s why I’ve been showing up to swim on time every morning, why I’ve been checking with Valerio to see if anything’s happened with you, why I keep listening out for anything you say,” He scoffs, “Because, somehow, I’ve fallen for Samuel’s sister.”
He falls silent and looks down at his feet for a moment before speaking again.
“I don’t think I can go to another party where I have to watch you with him, or turn up to Lu’s and expect to see you there too. I don’t want that.”
“I’ve been a dick to you, a complete and utter dick. But I swear to you I wouldn’t have done any of that if I’d have known how I felt sooner.”
You let out a laugh at that, “Well, thanks.”
“Though,” He takes a half-step toward you, “You are still failing class and a pretty shitty swimmer.”
“And you’re still trying to convince yourself that you’re not as shit as me,” You defend, finally making eye contact with those piercing orbs.
“Well, that’s it, you’ve had my confession,” He finishes, “Shall we swim?”
