Alejandro and Heather

Heather's POV  
"I am gonna win this thing," I gloat into the camera. "I know a lot of people might not like it, but you'll see. They'll all see-"
  I'm cut off as Alejandro opens the confessional door. "Oh, I'm sorry, mi chica, the door still hasn't gotten fixed and-"
  "Shut up," I command, putting my hand out in front of me in a 'stop' gesture. "I was done, anyways. And stop calling me that."
  I get up; about to exit the bathroom, but Alejandro gets a solid grip on my wrist. "Why must you go so soon, mi chica?" He looks at me with a look that could turn a girl's heart into a puddle, dripping into his strong, tan hands.
  Well, it won't work on me.
  I'm about to say that, but instead I hear myself mumble, "What do you mean?"
Ugh! What happened to that confident girl I used to be? Not needing a man for her to be happy-
  Not that Alejandro is my man. That's crazy talk.
  He isn't.  
  Alejandro tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear, and pulls me close enough for me to feel his hot, sweet breath on my face. "You know, Blaineley was right..."
  I snort and roll my eyes. "Yeah, right, about what? She's nothing but a fake blonde schemer."
  I feel the vibration of his deep, quiet chuckle. "You shouldn't be talking, you schemer; you were the cause of many people's eliminations these past few seasons."
  I step away from him, giving Alejandro a dirty look. "Neither should you! Look at how you tricked Bridgette, Leshawna, and even Courtney!"
  He chuckles once more. "I thought you would be happy that I got rid of them, earning you a spot in the final two, mi chica."
  I stare at him in disbelief. "I earned this spot all by myself! With no help from you! And I plan to win, so you may as well give up." I bring myself up to full height, and push past him in the tiny room, trying to get to the door.
  He laughs. "I admire your confidence, Heather, but I thought at sixteen, people don't believe in fairytales. Especially someone like you."
  I stop in my tracks and give him a smirk over my shoulder. "Someone like me? Would you care to elaborate on that?"
  Out of my peripheral vision, I get the satisfaction of seeing Alejandro's mouth drop open slightly, him losing his usual calm, cool and collected air.
  I spin on my heel to face him. I tap my foot impatiently. "Well? I'm waiting!"


Alejandro's POV
  I stare at Heather, trying to hide my nervousness. Those pouty lips, her long, lean legs, the soft, smooth skin I have an aching need to touch, her smile- that is, when she smiles, if ever- all in front of me. Taunting me.
  I open my mouth to say something, but the words get stuck in my throat, and my mouth goes dry as if I've just eaten a box of crackers.  
  Aye, aye, aye.
  My, lo que es una belleza, that Heather is. I know I may have proclaimed to have feelings for Bridgette, Leshawna and Courtney, and even if I did have feelings for them, nothing compares to the way my heart pounds out of my chest when I see that dama angelical.
  "Umm, are you okay?" Heather asks, snapping me out of my daze, making me realize that I was staring. I blush, but realize that no ladies' man blushes, causing me to blush once more at my foolish errors.
  "Yeah, I'm fine." I mutter, clearly embarrassed. I can't believe how estùpido I sound! And because of a girl! A beautiful, fierce, crafty......
  I mentally slap myself. How did I turn into a love-struck idiota, when I used to be so controlled, powerful and strong?
  I take another look at her, taking in her figure, her face, every line and curve in her delicada compostura.  
  "I'm just gonna go now..." She says awkwardly, pointing to the door. She begins to slowly pull the handle and push open the door, as if giving me a chance to make a move, or tell her of, or something. She gives me one last look- one that is, hopeful? No, surely that's not possible- before taking a slow, careful step out of the confessional.
  I surprise myself by lunging forward and gripping her wrist yet again. "No, don't go." I whisper huskily. I pull her in so our chests are pressed against each other, and I catch myself staring at those lips again.
  Before I back out, I lean in and kiss her, as fast as lighting, slow and passionate, the kiss I've been waiting for all season.
  She surprises me by not pulling away, but kissing me back harder, fiercer. She runs her hands through my hair as I pull her in even closer.
  I stop kissing her, leaning back to see her sad, almost pained expression. "Why'd you stop?" She asks quietly.
  I give her a half smile and reach for the confessional camera. I take out the camera's small tape and manage to crush it in one swift motion. I give her my most charming smile. "Wouldn't want anyone seeing this, right, mi chica?"
  She blushes slightly, and bites her lip seductively. I rush back over to Heather and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her close. "Now, where were we?"