I wake up in the morning with no hangover, thanking my past self for not drinking a lot last night. I get out of bed and remember the girl that was in here last night, making a mental note to myself to wash my bedsheets.

Just as I open my door, a boy I've never seen before closes Yasmin's behind him, his clothes dishevelled. I glare at him, his eyes bulging when he sees me.

Amelia comes out of that bathroom in that moment and sees us. It's like a hate triangle out in this hallway. The guy walks fast toward the staircase, and I look at Amelia, catching her eyes on my bottom half as I stand there in only boxers. I smirk.

Her cheeks flush when she meets my eyes and realises I've caught her, and she goes into her room. After using the bathroom, I throw on some joggers, since mi hermana is not the only girl living here anymore, and as much pleasure it gives me to see Amelia looking at my crotch, it would be inappropriate to walk around basically naked.

I am relieved to see Amelia in the kitchen. I don't know why I'm relieved – but I am. Valentino clearly didn't take into consideration that Amelia and her parents are now staying here, as he sits across from her at the table wearing nothing but boxers. Amelia's hair is tied back, her face fresh of makeup, and she's wearing leggings and a t-shirt that exposes her shoulder, and bra strap. I try not to let that affect me.

"How you feeling, drunk girl?"

"Is Alex Fuentes concerned about my wellbeing?" She frowns and I roll my eyes.

"Just wondering if you have a hangover." I lean against the counter and Amelia looks at my torso, blushing again.

"No, I don't get hangovers."

"You're so lucky," Val moans while rubbing his head.

"Val, I could punch you, you know." I lour at him.

"Why?"

"Porque, cabrón, I heard you banging a girl last night. You should take into consideration that your bed is against the wall beside my room."

"Mi culpa," he smiles.

"I hate when you guys talk in spanish around me, like seriously I don't have google translate installed in my brain," Amelia aggressively eats a spoonful of cereal and I try not to smile.

When I get back upstairs, I go straight to Diego's room where Santiago is sleeping still. He opens his eyes slightly when I come in and sit on the other side of the bed. There is no reason to me being here, except that I just want his company, especially right now when I can't get Amelia out of my head. He's my closest brother and always knows what to say to sort my head out for me.

"I saw Amelia naked," I blurt out.

'Tiago's eyes open, his eyebrows furrowing. "How?"

"I walked in on her when she got out the shower. Dude I can't stop thinking about it." I lie down on my back and sigh.

"Maybe you like her."

"Maybe I just need to fuck her and the thoughts will go away."

"The thoughts?" He says, amusement in his voice.

"Shut up. I don't know what to do. I'd rather not be thinking about the girl because she's so annoying and I'd be happy if I never saw her again."

"She's not annoying. You just don't like that she stands up to you."

"That and twenty other things." Santiago doesn't reply and I begin to think he's fallen back asleep. "She likes Max."

"Maybe."

I turn my head to the left, grimacing. "You think she does."

"I said maybe. Not yes she is definitely in love with Maximino."

I look back at the ceiling.

"She knows you go out at night."

"Doesn't matter, as long as she doesn't know where."

"She'll find out eventually. Maybe she can convince you to get out of it-"

"I can't, Santiago." I put my arms over my face. "I'm not doing this with you right now."

The door swings open and Yasmin walks in. Without a word, she throws herself onto the bottom of the bed and groans into the sheets.

"Something wrong?" Santiago asks, getting comfy and closing his eyes, ready for her to spill out her troubles.

She lifts her head. "I fucking hate guys who go straight to their friends and tell them what we did!" She drops her face back onto the bed and starts kicking her feet.

"To avoid that all you have to do is not sleep with boys you don't know." I lift my feet and rest them on her back.

"That's not helping," she says, her voice muffled by the sheets. "I need vodka."

"Just don't go for dickheads."

She lifts her head. "Newsflash, Santiago. All guys are dickheads!"

"Fair enough," he mumbles back.

The front door opens and I hear Mom's voice. "Did Val clean up everything?" I ask, getting nervous. Mi madre is a scary woman, and she would not be happy to see we trashed the house.

"He paid a guy to." Santiago rubs his eyes then looks down at Yasmin, then at me. "Rock paper scissors over who gets to beat the guy up?"

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Amelia's Dad is working on his laptop at the dining table when I get home later. Val is also there, talking to him and probably annoying the living shits out of the guy.

"Déjalo en paz," I tell him as I walk past.

"Alex, didn't your Momma ever tell you it's rude to talk in spanish in front of people who cannot understand it?" Val says with a hand over his heart.

"Fine. Leave him alone."

Amelia's Dad – Dylan, I think his name is – laughs. "It's alright, Alex. I'm not doing anything too important anyway." Sure. He's probably writing a letter to the Obama's or something importante like that.

"See," Val says. "Dylan is enjoying my company."

Dylan looks at me as if to say 'no i'm not', then back at his computer screen. I chuckle and go upstairs. On my way to the bathroom, I notice Amelia's door is cracked open, allowing me to see in. My heart stops when I see her standing there in her underwear.

It's a white lace bra and panties, basically completely see through. I memorise the way her skinny waist emphasises her curves, and when she lets her hair fall loose, her blonde locks fall onto her chest, making my stomach do flips. Holy shit. She's the hottest girl I've ever seen.

I force myself to walk away when her hands reach behind her to undo her bra.

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short chapter because I need it to be Amelia's POV for the next bit

teaser: something happens that makes amelia upset, and alex is there for her.

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