Chapter 11: This Disease

Theo's POV

Falling in love with your bestfriend is supposed to be a name of a disease.

Cos it's something that eats you up from inside until you're Left wanting nothing more than to be loved in return.

And unfortunately enough, that's the one thing I can't get.

I knew Barbie would give her life for me, but she would never give me herself and it hurt like hell.

I was a coward......a fucking coward.

I was so scared of losing her that I lost myself. I can't imagine a day without her yet she can't be mine.

And watching That fucking Devil guy place his lips on hers just made me realize how I would never have that with her.

She would always see me as her bestfriend and nothing more.

I'm Theodore Mathamoros, only son to one of the most influential people here in New Mexico though. Vaguely your typical 19 year old New College boy who was in love with his fucking Bestfriend.

Shit!.

I met Barbie Santana when I was at the young age of 17....... Then I didn't know it, but she was my world.

I'd lost my mom at a really young age and though alot of people thought I had everything I could ever want.

I was lonely!.

I had no one, my dad was always so busy....... never having time for me since he'd already provided all the money for everything.

I started taking drugs at the age of 15 and finally thought I'd found happiness in the arms of chicks and Pot.

But it was always momentary......never lasting long enough to be true happiness.

But all that changed when I met Babara Santana....... my Barbie.

She may not know it, but she brought happiness to my empty soul. She made me who I was today.......

I remembered the only time I'd ever felt this scared about something........ A year ago, when my dad found out I'd been taking drugs.

Although I'd already stopped for a year, he got wind of it and almost sent me to Miami, very far away from her.

I'd never felt as scared as I felt that day........and that was when I realized how much I really loved Barbie.

The girl didn't even know the effect she had whenever she walked into a room. She was a fucking goddess.

I stared at the picture I had of her in my phone......it was on her 18th birthday, when she tried doing a slutty pose but still looked so damn innocent while at it...... Her hair was packed in a high updo only letting curled tendrils fall down dropping past her chin.

She looked like a queen....my queen.

Her green body hug gown hugging her figure in all the right places as she squatted seductively while peering at the camera........ My eyes trailed to her lips which she glossed in transparent gloss making her plump red lips glisten beautifully........ She was so concious of her body that she didn't look at the way they looked at her...... The girls with jealousy while the guys gazed at her with apparent lust in their eyes.

I groaned, running my hands through my already disheveled hair, while gulping down another glass of vodka....... This was her favourite drink.

I was more of the Brandy kinda guy but I always drank vodka when I was thinking about her....... which had been happening alot lately.

Fuck!.

Why did this have to happen to me? Of all people to fall in love with........ My heart chose the one person it couldn't have.

Why didn't it just choose Natasha Roosevelt?!

Atleast I was better off chasing after her and had more luck with her than I had with Babara.

Hell! I had more luck with Thomas than I had with Barbara and he wasn't even gay!.

As if on cue my eyes turned to the door to see a disheveled looking Thomas , a bandage wrapped around his nose...... which was obviously broken.

That would affect his movie career.

I wanted to feel bad for him, I really did...... but when I thought of what almost happened to my Barbie I couldn't help but be pleased with Mysterio Kieran for breaking his godforsaken nose.

He deserved it!.

Shit Theo, he's your cousin?.....

"Hey man" he said settling on a chair beside me.

I glanced at him tilting my drink to acknowledge his presence.

"I'm sorry man...... I didn't know she couldn't swim" he said after I didn't say anything back at his first statement.

I really didn't want to talk about this right now...... Especially when the booze was just hitting in.

I gave a dry laugh " Yeah right. There isn't much Barbie Santana can't do anyways" I joked.

Not a lie though!

She was pretty much good at everything......well except swimming.

Which almost cost her her life today.....

"I remember during our final project when Mrs Webber had asked all of us to take care of her dangerous pet-plant. Only Barbie's had survived" Thomas said again, smiling at the memory too.

I couldn't help but let out a low laugh.

He was right....... She was always a star student.

Mainly cos nothing really distracted her from school.

The kids didn't like her for her braces....... thought she wasn't cool enough.

I was the only one there for her.

Did I really not deserve to have her?!.

I took another swig of vodka shaking myself to get out the light feeling I was already having.

"You think he likes her?" He asked giving me a sad look

The question rang in my head.

I knew who exactly he was referring to....... anybody would be blind to not notice the way he always stares at her.....

Like she's some prize he can't wait to get his fucking hands on.

But more than anything I knew he wasn't good for Barbie.....Not at all.

He was a bad guy.....and not just your typical bad boy player or something.

He was the devil.

And I couldn't lose my Barbie to him. At first I thought he was just part of the simple onlookers who stared at her because of her unnatural beauty..... But this was something more.

Something almost like what I felt whenever I looked at her.

As if reading my thouts Thomas added " He looks at her just the way you look at her when you think she's not looking you know?" .

I struggled to give him a blank look.

Did he know I liked Barbie?

"What? You think I don't know you like her?" He asked bursting into a fit of laughter like it was something absurd to not notice.

Was I really that obvious?

Apparently yes...... "Yes. I like her" more like loved her , but he didn't need to know that yet.

I trusted Thomas , he was my only cousin but even I didn't know if he was the right person to tell about my ever growing feelings for my bestfriend.

"No shit!....... Ofcourse I knew you liked her....... It's not like you're doing a good job of hiding it anyway".

I nodded taking another huge gulp of vodka...... I was almost shit out drink now.

I could barely feel my own face.

"You know she'd be upset to know you were the one who ruined highschool for her right?" He deadpanned.

I froze.

Quite literally....... How did he know?

I knew Barbie would never forgive me if she knew what I'd done just to keep her close to me.

Could you really blame me?

I was selfish and young...... finally meeting someone who understood me,

No one had done that for me ever since my mom died , that was why I did what I did.

I was scared to lose her.

Aren't you still going to lose her when she finds out?.

I ignored Thomas question and said "I think she's my soulmate".

Another round of laughter rang from the guy besides me. He wasn't drunk yet, still on his first drink.

But he was the one doing most of the crazy laughing.

I gave him a puzzled look.

Did I say something funny?

He seemed to have heard my thoughts cos he finally stopped laughing giving me a weird look.

"Babara Santana? Your soulmate?........ You have got to be kidding me man........ Just because she isn't in the limelight doesn't mean she wasn't made for it you know?"

What did all these have to do with her being my soulmate?

"I'm just saying cousin, you know her mom was one of the most famous super models right?....... And the media doesn't even know that the Catalina Santana had a daughter" he paused giving me time to reflect on his words.... " Especially one who looks almost the exact replica of her stunning mother, if not better looking" he continued.

I was confused.....I was yet to find out how all these mattered if she was my soulmate.

Maybe it was the alcohol that wasn't letting me think clearly.

"And so?" I heard my own voice come out gruff even in my ears.

"I'm just saying man......me and you cous, we're famous as hell, but they'll be a time in Babara's life where she'll deal with alot of batshit crazy you see.......and you're not cut up for any of that........ That girl, your bestfriend is just a ticking time bomb star. And one day she'll need the kind of protection you and I can't give"

Bullshit.

This was utter bullshit. All she needed was me...... Not some fucked up protection.

I could protect her enough.

And then the thought of her almost drowning came to mind.

Shit! I wasn't even there for her today........I was a shitty bestfriend myself.

I gave Thomas a cold look remembering he was the cause of what happened today.

He understood almost immediately shrinking away.

I knew it wasn't his fault. He was probably already feeling like shit. And I wasn't helping.

He muttered incoherently under his breath before sliding away. I didn't stop him

I drowned myself in the booze, letting all thoughts of my bestfriend fill my head.

Honestly. I want to feel bad for Theo but I just can't.

I don't feel it's fair wanting to throw away years of friendship just because one person feels something.

And well, I know y'all are curious to know what Theo did to ruin Barbie's high school. Don't worry.

All in due time.

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