Chapter 1|| ayudando a zabdiel

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10:00 a.m.

I wake up to the sound of my annoying alarm. I try to cover my head with a pillow, shielding my ears from the piercing sound. Still, the noise travels through it, forcing me to roll over on my right side and reach for my phone. I sit up in my bed, and rub the sleepiness from my eyes. Thank god, it's summer, that way I won't have to worry about waking up early for a while. As you can already tell I dread mornings.

I stand, and make my bed. I admire my beautiful pastel blue covers and my pastel yellow, pink, and white throw pillows. I walk over to my walk in bathroom and then do my normal facial routine, brush my teeth, and then I throw my big curly hair up in a messy top knot. I step into the steamy shower, just how I like it, and feel the warmth of the water on my body.

I start to clean my body with a key-lime and passion fruit body wash I own, which is what I typically what I always smell like. I step out of the shower a couple fifteen minutes after, and then I walk back over to my room.

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I pick out some skinny jeans with rips along the bottom, a white regular tee, and some slip on white vans to match the top. I slide the outfit on, and then place on my black nerd glasses, which are my usual prescription glasses. I also wear contacts but hey, sometimes I got to give the eyes a rest.

Anyway, I make my way downstairs and to the kitchen. My mom leaves for work early in the morning so I practically have the five days of the week all to myself up until 7pm. Most teenagers would invite their friend over, drink and smoke, and do God-knows-what in the meantime. Me, I just lay on the couch and eat junk food all day. First thing's first, I make me some breakfast. As I do so I watch some MTV, and then I decide to go out and maybe stop by the local art shop or maybe even at the library for some new books.

I take my little bag and stuff my phone and keys in it. The airy, summer breeze greets me, and I inhale the fresh air. I immediately feel peaceful and I even smile a bit. Maybe I did need this after all.

Like I said, I cruised by the art shop and I purchased a new sketch book and some new pencils. On my way to the library I happen to pass by a music store. I decide to check it out, so I go in. I look around, and then I come upon the vinyls. I rummage throw a few, and then I look up to see a boy running in, looking in all directions and then heading towards the shelfs to hide. Almost immediately a group of teenage girls run in.

"¡¿En donde está?!" One asks, loudly. The other three snap their heads in all sorts of directions.

"¡Te juro que entro aquí!" Another swears.

"Si, también juraste ver a Christopher el otro día y no fue así, Lisbeth."

"Oye, ¿trabajas aquí?" The main one approaches me.

"Si," I find myself saying. What? Am I really covering for some guy I don't even know?? Well, I always find myself helping others anyways.

"¿Haz visto entrar un chico alto, de tez pálida, alto, y de cabello marrón rizado?" She asks me, chewing very loudly on her gum.

"Y bien guapo también," another adds, twirling a piece of hair dreamily.

"¡Super guapo!"They all chant.

"Pues no...." I look back down at the vinyls. "Solo arreglaba un poco por aquí. Pero, si vi a alguien correr y se me hace que ya de seguro va lejos."

"¡Vamos por el!" And they all make their way out, their heels clicking on the ground as they get farther and farther way until they exit the store completely.

I walk over to the shelves, and spot on the boy crouching down in a dark corner.

"Ya se fueron," I let him know, and then extend a hand to help him up.

"Gracias," he says and by now I have to look up at his talk figure. They were right, he is very tall. Maybe around a good six feet. He slowly removes his hood and I admire his beautiful features. He is exactly how they have described him, except, much more handsome than I can handle. I suddenly become nervous.

"Muchas gracias por tu ayuda," he begins. "Amo a mis fans, pero aveces exageran." He adds a light chuckle at the end. Fans?

"¿Fans?" I ask, making him look at me confused.

"Si. ¿No sabes quién soy?" He asks in an obvious tone.

"Nope." I respond sincerely. I absolutely have no idea of who this person is, and I have never seen him at all either. By the sound of the obvious in his tone I'm guessing he either gets recognized wherever he goes, or he thinks he's famous. Right now I'm leaning towards the second option considering I've never even seen or heard of him in my life.

"Soy parte de una banda." He smiles. "La banda se llama CNCO."

Nope, that does not ring a bell.

"Ah, si." I scratch the back of my neck. "Creo que e oído de tu banda."

"Pues, ¿sabes quién soy?" He grins, obviously knowing that I have no idea.

"No...pero me imagino que hay uno de ustedes que se llama Christopher y tú no eres el." I chuckle, remembering the girls from a couple of minutes ago.

"Así es. Yo soy Zabdiel De Jesús." He smiles, extending a hand. I can't help but notice the cute dimple that pops up on his left side. It's absolutely adorable.

"Me llamó Amelia Luna." I️ extend my hand, feeling his large, soft hand wrap around my tiny one. We give each other friendly smiles, not letting go yet.

"Me encanta tu nombre. Es hermoso." He compliments, making me blush a bit.

"Vamos por un helado, ¿quieres?" He offers, and I️ has nothing else to do so I️ completely ignore the whole 'don't talk to strangers' shenanigan, and go to get ice cream with my new friend.

"Entonces, ¿me cuentas de donde tus padres sacaron tan bello nombre?" He asks, holding the door open for me and I️ begin to tell him what my name means.

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Hola! Espero que les guste este primer capítulo! Como pueden ver estoy fascinada con Zabdiel De Jesús, ósea es perfecto😫 ¿como no amarlo?

¡Coméntenme lo que creen que pasará con Amelia y Zabdiel!

Xoxo ❤️

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