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“You’ll see,” he tells me.
Then it registers in my brain.
“No!” I yell out.
“Yep,” Xavier responds over his shoulder. I get up, running after him, and then he frantically scurries away from me.
“Even if you buy it, I will never wear it. Never!” I yell.
“We’ll see,” he shouts.
Chapter29
Violetta
I’m wearing the jersey.
Not willingly.
After Xavier bought the shirt, he decided to take the blouse I brought with me and ‘swim’ in the ocean. Then he proceeded to bring the shirt back to me soaking wet.
He did it on purpose, he wants me to wear the Brazilian jersey he bought me.
Cheeky bastard.
It’s an hour later and it still hasn’t dried. I know this is a beach environment, but I don’t feel comfortable walking through Brazil without a shirt on.
We went to eat at a place that specializes in makingAcarajé, a popular street food in Brazil. It’s made of some type of pea with onions and then it’s deep fried.
Xavier mentioned that it’s a food that isn’t native to Rio but rather Bahia, which is one of the twenty-six states in the country.
Once we finished eating, we walked around for a bit, appreciating the city. I keep getting compliments on my jersey and I have to hold in a sneer. Xavier always says thank you for me and then doesn’t fail to say I look pretty or compliment how the shirt brings out my eyes. In any other circumstance, if Xavier were to compliment me, I would blush. But this is far from that occurrence.
The sun is still up, and Cleo doesn’t fail to go into every store. She has to buy three beach bags to hold all her stuff.
“It’s cool that Cleo has such a unique fashion sense,” Xavier comments.
I give Chanel a look, silencing her from offending these beautiful people’s handmade products with my eyes. “She’s always been like this. A few years ago, when we went on a trip to Asia, she had to bring back a whole other suitcase with her.” I smile. “I personally think her recycling things and her eye for making mundane things into something is special.”
“I can’t wait to see what she makes out of all the stuff.” He finishes talking and I hear a buzzing. Xavier pulls out his phone from the front pocket of his swim trunks. “I’ll be right back.” I nod in response.
Walking a few feet away from us, he answers the call.
I wonder who’s calling him. Maybe it’s his mom or his girlfriend.
Oh God.
I totally forgot about his girlfriend; I groan at the thought. I realize the sound came out of my mouth audibly so that Chanel can hear.
“It’s not that bad.” She has to say her sentence through gritted teeth, attempting to console me. She’s lying for the first time in her life, and it does the opposite of making me feel better. I give her a sneer and she laughs out, refocusing her attention back to her phone.
I sigh. Not only did she remind me that I have this godforsaken shirt on, but the thought of Xavier’s girlfriend remains in my head.
I feel like an awful person for taking up all his time. This trip should be with his girlfriend, not me. Even the trip is making me like him more and more. I notice the little things about him now. Like the difference between his genuine, semi-authentic, and flat-out fake smile. His eyebrows quirk when he’s interested. He could talk for hours about abysmal things such as the weather or even the holes in the street, especially when he’s uncomfortable. Or when his face lights up when he starts talking about his home country.
I notice every little thing and it’s starting to get on my nerves. I’m hyper-aware around him because I have to control my thoughts. It’s not like I can go up to him and say, “Hey, so I think I might like you as more than a friend, and I know you have a girlfriend. But I can promise you I’m worth it.”
I don’t even believe those words. Am I even worth it? The last time I told someone my feelings, León flat-out turned me down. To make matters worse, he told me he was the devil incarnate just to solidify not wanting to be with me.
