No soy materialista…
pero quiero ir al cine juntos,
yo las palomitas,
tú las entradas…
Ir por tacos al pastor
y yo invitaba el helado…
o leerlos juntos…
Yo para ti uno de botánica,
Yo recibiría algo de poesía
o medicina interna…
Rentar una cuenta juntos
en Netflix y turnarnos
nuestras series favoritas…
Ahorrar para una cámara
para los dos, de los dos…
Hacer compras juntos
por Internet para
completar el envío gratis…
Comprar pizza de dos sabores,
tener una casa bonita,
un perro, tres aves,
seis hijos, muchos árboles…
Y ambos cuidarlos a todos…
Dividir los deberes
y los costos del hogar…
Luego enfermar juntos,
los medicamentos de ambos…
Viajar bien lejos,
turnando los destinos…
No soy materialista.
Yo sólo te quiero a ti…
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“Move, (Y/L/N).” You heard the familiar, hateful voice come from behind you as you stood at your locker. You rolled your eyes and ignored it, prompting him to continue: “Seriously, move, you’re in my way.“
You turned, finding yourself face to face with Montgomery De La Cruz, who simultaneously annoyed you and made your heart flutter. His locker was next to yours, and he always seemed to get so angry when you were there at the same time. "You have plenty of room.” you stated simply.
“Can’t you just move? I can’t get to my damn books because of you.” Montgomery wasn’t the nicest guy in the world in general, or at least that’s what he wanted people to think, but when it came to you? No one had ever been more to rude to you than he is, and no one has ever gotten on his nerves the way you seem to.
You scoffed and slammed your locker shut, intentionally hitting him with your shoulder as you pushed past him to get to class, letting your arm brush against him for just an extra second. What he didn’t notice was that you did it on purpose.
What you didn’t notice was how his eyes followed you all the way down the hall.
But he didn’t realize that you were watching. When he thought no one else was, you were.
You saw how on the very first day of school, he didn’t just tell a freshman where her class was, he walked her there.
You saw how when another freshman dropped her books a week later, he picked them all up for her.
You saw how when a sophomore guy didn’t have lunch money, Montgomery bought lunch for him.
You saw all of the moments that he wanted to hide– he wanted to be seen as tough, but deep down? He was kind-hearted and caring.
You were just starting your junior year and you were standing in Jess’ living room, drink in hand. You felt good tonight– your hair and makeup was done, you were dressed up for the first time in weeks, and the little bit of alcohol flowing through your veins was boosting your confidence.
“(Y/N)! Hey!” Jess slurred, pulling you into a hug.
“Hey, Jess!” you said laughing, "Where’s Justin?“
"He’s late, can you believe that?” she said, rolling her eyes. “What kind of boyfriend shows up late to his girl’s party?"
You laughed again, about to reply when someone bumped your arm, making your drink spill onto your shoes. "What the hell?” you exclaimed, spinning around to see who had knocked into you.
“Problem, (Y/L/N)?” Of course. There was Montgomery, standing there with a smirk.
“God, what is your problem? I don’t ever bother you unless you’re messing with me first and yet you still hate me! What did I ever do to you, Cruz?"
He just stared at you for a second before starting to laugh. Just the sight of him laughing about this made your blood boil and without even realizing what you were doing, you threw the rest of your drink in his face and walked away. You weren’t just angry– you were hurt. You see the way he treats other people, especially when no one is around, but when it came to you, he acted like the stereotypical asshole jock. You didn’t understand what it was about you that made him this way. And the alcohol in your system was just making all of your feelings more intense.
”(Y/N), wait!“ you heard him call after you, but you kept going. You walked out of the living room, through the front door, and were halfway down the road before he caught up with you.
"Please just listen to me.” he said, catching your arm and turning you around.
“No!” You were practically yelling now as you pulled your arm away. “I don’t wanna hear it, Cruz. You act like you hate me for no reason."
"I wish I hated you, (Y/N). I hate the way you make everyone love you. I hate that every time I walk into a room, my eyes find you. I hate that your laugh has become my favorite sound. I hate that every time I close my eyes, I see your smile. I hate that you look so gorgeous all the time. I hate that I can’t even sleep without dreaming of you. I hate that I love you, because I know you’ll never love me. I wish I hated you, (Y/N), but I love you so much that it hurts.”
You were shocked, to say the least. For so long, you’d thought that even just the thought of you annoyed Montgomery, but he’d felt this way all along?
“Why do you act like this, then?” you asked, not quite understanding why his actions and words didn’t match up.
“Honestly? Because I’m scared. You’re beautiful and you’re smart and you’re so kind, I don’t think anyone like you could ever love me. I was scared of you finding out and rejecting me.” he admitted, a sad look filling his eyes as he looked towards the ground. “You’re too good for me, so I act like I don’t care."
"Monty…” You whispered the nickname, but his eyes shot up to meet yours. You’d never called him anything but ‘Cruz,’ so the sound of his nickname coming out of your mouth was both shocking and beautiful to him. “How could you ever think I wouldn’t love you?"
"Why would you? I’ve been nothing but terrible to you since you moved here 2 years ago.” he replied, still looking sad.
“You really don’t notice, do you? I’ve been watching you since the beginning and I see it. I see through your tough facade. I see how deep down, you truly do care about people’s feelings. Just let down your walls, Montgomery.” You found yourself stepping towards him as you were speaking, ending up right in front of him by the end of your speech.
“So, you don’t hate me?” he asked quietly.
“Of course not.” You answered, placing your hand on his cheek.
“I love you.” he whispered, pulling your face to his before kissing you slowly. “I’ve always loved you.”