Perfect 10.0 (Part 8)

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**Isabel's POV**

Right now it is Saturday the day after the party, at 8:30 in the freaking morning. I’m at the gym and Adulio is making me do my over splits, with my foot on a mat. Honestly, I really wasn’t doing my over splits, I was listening to my music and dancing around the gym. I had had my first drinks last night after Sean had brought me up to his room, and I was still feeling the effects of them.

When we had gotten to the gym Adulio went into the office, and I hadn’t seen him since. Now though, he’s coming towards me with the funniest expressions I’d ever seen. Then again, everything seems to be really funny to me right now.

"Isabel! Quit foolin’ around, and just stretch, okay? I’m already pissed off at you, don’t make it worse."

"I’m already pissed off Isabel," I mimic with a sneer on my face, and then I burst out laughing. "Ohh, I crack myself up." I say, more to myself than to Adulio.

"Cut the crap Isabel. You’re seriously getting on my nerves right now." I look up at him and his eyes are smoldering with anger; it’s a sobering sight. Haha, not really.

"Okay fine Adulio. Wanna help me stretch?" I ask way too seductively. I have a boyfriend, for God’s sake! What was I thinking? I guess I was thinking that he wouldn’t actually help me. But when I’m putting my foot up on the mats, I feel his warm hands on my shoulders, pushing me down slowly.

I look up at his face, thinking that maybe he’s gotten over his anger. But no, when I see his eyes, I see anger and pain, but mostly anger. The way that his hands were pressing down on my shoulders, so gently, did not reflect the way he was feeling inside. It amazed me that he could keep being so gentle with me even though I obviously did something wrong. Sighing, I say, "Adulio, what did I do?"

"What do you mean? No entiendo." He says it completely innocent, but the way that his hands tighten on my shoulders tells me otherwise.

"Adulio, just say it. You’ll feel better."

"Fine. Isabel, you could do so much better then Sean." He was about to go on, but I cut him off.

"Like who? You? Adulio, Sean loves me and I love him. I don’t need you, ‘kay?" Agh! It was huge mistake to say that. Adulio pushes me down way too fast and hard and his nails dig into my skin and it hurts like anything. "Ow! Adulio, ow please stop." I’m begging, gasping for the breath that was pushed out of me when he pressed down.

"Oh shit, lo siento." The pressure on my shoulders immediately stops and I swing my foot off the cheese mat. With my knees pulled up to my chest, I glare at Adulio. "Was that completely necessary?" I whine. I think the effects of the beers from last night wore off quite fast.

"Isabel you piss me off," He states it as a fact, "actually, you piss me off so much that I want to smack you sometimes." He shakes his head from side to side, and his voice becomes more serious. "But the more time I spend away from you, the more I want to be with you. I’ve never felt this way towards another girl before, and quite honestly, I don’t want to feel like this towards you. You’re a white girl and I’m a Mexican, we aren’t supposed to like each other."

Ouch, his words ‘I don’t want to feel like this towards you’ keep echoing in my head. The words stabbed at my heart, and tore at my soul, but I won’t let that show. "I don’t like you, Adulio, so there’s no problem." I felt quite proud of myself for not letting my emotions leak into my voice.

Adulio threw back his head and started to laugh. He went rambling on and on in Spanish, and I couldn’t, or maybe I just didn’t even try, to understand what he was saying. When he was done with his little rant, he looked at me and said, "Isabel if you actually believe that you don’t like me, then you must be very good at lying to yourself."

I stay silent for a while. He was right; I am good at lying to myself. But right now I wasn’t. I truly did not like him; I loved Sean, my boyfriend. So what if I had kissed Adulio? So what if I had loved every minute of it? Sean was my boyfriend, not Adulio.
Ugh! Why did my dad have to hire Adulio? Having to see him everyday isn’t helping me ignore my feelings towards him.

‘You just admitted that you have feelings towards him.’ That annoying little voice pipes up again.

I cringe, ‘Oh God, it’s you again. Please go away; I’m not in the mood to argue with you.’

‘I can’t believe that you said you loved Sean when it’s very obvious that you love Adulio.’

Gasping, I shout at the voice, ‘Oh no, you did not just say that! If anything, I feel a mere physical attraction to Adulio, nothing more, defiantly not love.’

A husky voice broke into my conversation with the voice. "Isabel, ¿con quién hablas?"

Good question. "I’m not talking to anyone, why?" I lie.

"You look like you’re talking to someone," he pauses, then snickers, "Oh, I get it. You’re having a conversation with yourself."

"No! I’m taking to the voice-" Stopping myself just in time, I blush a deep scarlet. Oh crap. What did I just get myself into?

"Oh please go on, I would love to hear what you have to say, who are you talking to?" Adulio said, a beautiful smile spreading across his face.

"Never mind, just forget I said anything."

"That’s never going to happen, but for now let’s do some gymnastics!" He clapped his little kid and there was a mischievous gleam in his warm brown eyes.

Groaning I got to my feet. What did he have planned? It’s glaringly obvious that he has something up his sleeve, and I have a feeling that I’m gonna find out soon.

**Adulio's POV**

So she has conversations with herself. Interesting. Actually, I found a lot of things about her interesting. Like the way that she takes gymnastics so seriously and the way that she cares so much about her brother. What I said before, about me not feeling like this towards anyone else, I was telling the truth. I think I’m in love with this girl, and I don’t fall in love easily because I know that love hurts. Love means giving up everything for the other person, whether you want to or not. Love means being willing to make mistakes, it means being vulnerable. I do not like those feelings at all; they didn’t fit right with my personality.

What is my personality? To be honest, I really don’t know. I guess if you asked someone from my school, they’d say that my personality is that I don’t give a shit, but I think that’s a load of bull. That’s just what I want everyone to think. My true personality is something that I don’t let anyone see, except for maybe Benito or Lucio.

The Mexican chicks in my neighborhood call me hot, sexy, and some other things that aren’t going to be mentioned now. So maybe that’s my personality? I don’t really think so, but right now being hot and sexy is something that I’m depending on.

So she thinks that Sean loves her? Bullshit. I’m gonna show Isabel the real meaning of love. I was going to use everything I have to get my girl back. Mmm, my girl; it feels good thinking that.
"I think it’s getting a little too hot in here," I said lifting my shirt over my head. "Don’t you think?"

"Come on Adulio; put your shirt back on." Isabel’s voice has an emotion in it that I haven’t heard recently. Want. Need. Lust. Tossing my shirt to the side carelessly, I watch her as she starts examining my muscled abs and chest.

When my eyes find hers, she blushes. "Checking out this chico sexy is not something to be embarrassed about mujer. You can look all you want girl," I step closer to her and whisper in her ear, "’Cuz if you want me then tell me right now and I can make it happen." Standing this close to her is dangerous. Unintentionally her lips have parted and her breath is coming out in quick breaths, I swear just that almost gives me un erección.

She places her hands on my bare chest, and then real slow, she presses herself up against me. I moan as pleasure seeps through my whole body.
But as soon as I go to put my lips against hers, she steps back.

"Adulio, why do I have to keep saying this? I have a boyfriend already; I have Sean. You can’t tempt me like this. It just isn’t right. I don’t want you, okay?"

You might think that I’m gonna be sad, but ha! That’s where you’re wrong. What happened is what was supposed to happen. Now I have an excuse to go do what I was planning on doing before. My plan is to go make Isabel jealous. How I am gonna do that I have yet to figure out, but it’ll be good, you can count on that.

"I want you to work on bars today. We can work on some release skills or some dismounts." This way I have to spot her most of the time, since she won’t be able to handle the things I throw at her. And when I spot her, I can put my hands wherever I feel necessary, you know, to make sure that she’s safe.

"Oh, shit." I hear her mumble as she realizes this too. I just smile nicely and innocently.

After a hard workout, I walked her home. I feel like a jerk for making her condition as hard as I made her but honestly, she could use a good exercise routine. Plus seeing her body like that, all glistening with sweat, it turned me on. If she won’t kiss me then I think I’m allowed to have a dirty though or five.

When we reached her house, I turned her around quickly and planted a kiss on her lips. A sigh escapes her mouth before she can stop it.
"You’re a jerk, a hot, sexy jerk." She whispers against my lips before pushing me away violently. "Adulio,"

"You have a boyfriend, I get it. That doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop doing what I want to." God dammit, I hate her mood swings.

A new voice starts up from behind me, "You got that damn straight, she does have a boyfriend and he happens to be standing right here."

I swing around to punch him in the face. "You," I say, venom dripping from my words. "Are a fucking idiot." I stress the last word, "You let her get shitface drunk last night, what were you thinking, pendejo?" He was moving his jaw, making sure that it still works. I found myself hoping that it didn’t but no such luck.

"You ass whole! You can’t punch me!" I duck down a little as he swings a right hook at my face.

First I jab him in the stomach then kick him in the groin. I see Isabel wince out of the corner of my eye, and even I have to cringe a little, that kick must have hurt. Sean crumples to the floor for a minute, grabbing at his crotch, before he gets up slowly.

He shoots Isabel a glare, "Are you just gonna stand there?" he asks her, then he turns to me, "Don’t you have any manners? You’re not supposed to fight in front of girls you know."

"Yeah well you aren’t supposed to get girls drunk then fuck them when they have no say." I shoot back.

"Fuck you Herrera. Stay away from my girl." With that he grabbed Isabel’s hand and went into her house. Before closing the door he grabbed her ass and started grinding her. He mashed his lips on hers and looked over her head to glare at me. His hand came up to flip me off as I walked away.

M fists were shaking with rage and I was panting, trying to control the rage that surging through me. I was practically running as I tried to get away from that place.

My phone buzzed just as I was about to reach my house. Flipping it open, a smile lit my face. Perfect, this was just what I needed. The text read, ‘Adulio, wanna hook up tonight behind the school?’ It was from Maria, one of the hottest chicas that went to my school. I’ve only been here a few months and already I know that she’s always up to a good make out session. I type out a quick reply, ‘Meet me there at 1 ish, okay?’

This isn’t typical behavior for me, I’m not one to usually go out at weekends or anything, but tonight was an exception.

I walk into the kitchen around eight o’clock at night. Surprisingly, my little brother is still up, and my papá is not around.

"Hola Benito, where’s dad?" I pick up my brother and squeeze him tight.

Before he can answer, my dad walks into the room. I smile as I look at him; he has his hair slicked back, a tie, a white button up shirt, and nice dress pants on.

"Are you goin’ on a date tonight papá? I smile wide at him, trying to show him that I’m happy for him. For awhile it’s been all about the work for him, he hasn’t had a chance to date or have fun.

"Yes, Adulio I need you to watch Benito until I come back, vale? I won’t be very late, I promise."

"Its fine dad, you go have fun and I’ll take care of mi hermano."

"Oh thank you Adulio!" My dad seemed extremely relieved.

"Go so you aren’t late Dad; don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!" I laughed along with him, trying to ease his nerves. Inside though I thought about how ironic that was, ‘cuz really tonight I’d be doing more than he will be.

My dad finally got out of the house ten minutes later. I put Benito to bed after I helped him brush his teeth and I read him a book.

Sitting back on the couch, I turn on the TV, flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch. After awhile I settle on a movie that I’ve seen before. The movie is in Spanish and it’s about a girl in her final days, right before she dies.

Mi’amá showed me this movie a month before she died. I always think that it’s scary that she did that, it’s as if she knew she was going to die.
About halfway through the movie I fall into a restless sleep. Before long I’m woken up to my dad opening the door to the kitchen. I open my eyes groggily, and smile at him.

"How was it?" I ask, my words leaded with sleep.

"It went very well, she even asked for a second date." He said winking at me. "Why don’t you go to sleep, Adulio? You look tiered."

"Sí. I am. Night dad." I get up slowly and walk into my room, checking my phone for the time. Great, I have two hours until I can go meet Maria behind the school. I lay down in my bed lazily, waiting for the hours to pass.
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Spanish Translations
No entiendo-I don't understand
lo siento- i'm sorry
con quién hablas- who are you talking to
chico sexy- sexy guy
mujer- girl/ woman
un erección-...erection
pendejo- jerk
chicas- girls
papá - dad
Hola- hello
mi hermano- my brother
Mi’amá- my mom
Sí- yes

Sorry thats a lot but I think that most of them are pretty obvious.
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