Back to America?

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Here is chapter two, darlings!

Chapter Two

Jess didn’t stay long at the bar, she was too confused in her own state of mind that she wasn’t too sure what to do about the wonderful, charming man she had just met only hours ago. Never had she looked upon such a site as him. Words could never even compare the glaze in his eyes or the shape of his lips that were so close to her own. He was tempting, very tempting indeed.

But she knew better.

There was just too much stopping her and she knew it was for the best and protected hurting others in the process.

After removing the dark eye shadow off her lids, Jess thought about what she and Brooke were to do about money. They were eighteen, in Mexico, and the only money they possessed was the money they saved up from summer jobs.

The thoughts of jobs were easily getting ignored as Diego flew back into Jess’s mind and she wondered where he was and what he was doing, and just as quickly as he crept into her mind, he flew out just as fast, knowing it would never happen. Knowing it could never happen.

And she was ok with that…

Or was she?

Maybe she was getting tired of not taking chances in life. The biggest chance she had ever taken was moving to Mexico and so far it seemed to be going just fine, except for the job situation. But why shouldn’t she take a chance with this man? Fear… guilt… denial? Whatever it was, it had been with her her whole child hood and it was beginning to make her angry.

Jess shook her head in disbelief and turned the light off, never even hearing the sound of the door open or the three figures that walked through it.

The next morning Jess woke up with the sensational smell of eggs and bacon and a sound of pans and plates clinging. She got up and walked to the kitchen, running a hand through her hair and yawing.

“Damn it, Brooke” She said to the air, never opening her eyes, for they were feeling too heavy at the moment, “What the fuck are you-”

Her jaw dropped when she noticed the person standing before her, “Morning.” He said with a smile.

“Diego? What the hell is going on?”

“Your friend Brooke allowed me to sleep on the couch. I couldn’t sleep with all that racket and my job as bartender was up so she offered.”

Jess nodded and sat down at one of the barstools, watching as Diego finished cooking, swaying his thin hips and humming to himself. Chuckling, Jess got up and went to the coffee pot that was luckily done running, steam coming from the glass.

Reaching above her, Jess reached for a cup from one of the cupboards and poured herself a cup of the black liquid. Just as she was about to go back to the stool, she didn’t even see Diego going the opposite way of her and they pumped into each other, Jess almost collapsing until he broke her fall.

She landed in his arms, their noses touching and arms embraced.

Diego giggled, “Are you ok?”

She nodded and cleared her throat, passing Diego and finally reaching a stool for which she now worshiped, her legs were feeling like jelly.

“Here you go.” Diego marveled, setting a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon before her, “An American breakfast.”

Jess smiled kindly and watched as Diego himself fixed a plate and sat beside Jess, not once looking at her but paying more attention to his food which he was clearly proud of.

“I don’t eat bacon.” Jess finally admitted after picking at the strips of meat for awhile.

Diego looked over, chewing on a piece of his toast, “Why not?” He asked, a look of strangeness on his face.

“Not my kind of meat I guess. I used to be a vegetarian when I was fifteen.”

“Ah, I see. But you see, my lady, this is Mexican bacon.”

“And the difference?”

“Well…uh…it was cooked by me. And I’m a Mexican.”

They stared at each other for a while before breaking into laughter, the joke clearly being set up in his mind but both still finding it amusing. That or they just wanted to see the smile of the other.

“So what made you decide to come to Mexico?” Diego asked, still picking at his food of glory.

Jess didn’t look up at him but simply responded, “Change.”

“Needed to get away?”

She looked at him with a grin, “Precisely.”

He grinned back and the world seemed to go silent. Brown eyes met brown eyes, thoughts drifted away, words were left unspoken. All that was in the world were two strangers having small talk, sharing a few laughs and chasing hopeless dreams.

“Morning!” A chirpy voice rang through Jess’s ears as well as Diego’s and they both looked up, seeing Brooke in nothing but short shorts and a black tank top, and a very sexy Mexican to her right.

“Uhh…morning.” Jess responded to the greeting, not quite sure what to say. “And who…who is this?”

“Hm?” Brooke asked, “Oh! This is Hector, Diego’s brother.”

Jess looked at Diego with a look of disappointment, “I see. Well, I have to take a shower and search around for a job.”

“Oh, no worries there.” Brooke assured, “Luis is giving us a job at his club being waitress’s.”

“Oh. Um, ok. I’m going to take a shower.”

Diego watched as Jess disappeared to her left, leaving him feeling stupid and untruthful, forgetting to mention his brother and Brooke and the job. He told Brooke and Hector that he was leaving, grabbed his shoes and was out the door.

Once Jess got out of the shower, her thoughts hadn’t changed; she wasn’t mad at Diego, she was just confused about everything. It wasn’t his job to tell her what his brother and her best friend did together. The job wasn’t his duty, either, it was Brooke’s.

Walking to her room, Jess dressed into a black halter top and dark blue jeans, leaving her hair wet and face free of makeup. It was a lazy day and she knew it was going to be a long night at the bar later.

Finding herself suitable enough, Jess noticed that the kitchen was Diego free and she asked the kissing couple where he went.


“Home.” Hector said, his voice very similar to his brothers, medium tone with a hint of an Mexican accent, “Looked kind of disappointed.”

“Shit.”

Jess slipped into her sandals and ran out the door, slamming it behind her and not caring about who she ran into on her way to Diego’s; no distractions could keep her back. Once she reached his house, she noticed him working on the car she had seen yesterday, his hands were oily, his body sweaty and shirtless and soft Mexican music seemed to be playing in his hazy eyes.

“Listen,” Jess confronted, not wanting to dilly-dally or be rude, “I’m not mad at you.”

“I know.” He responded calmly, “You American women assume too much.”

“What? No we don’t.”

He looked up from the car, an expression of shock on his face, “No? I beg to differ.”

Jess placed her hands on her hips, “Enlighten me.” She demanded.

“Ok.” He responded, walking over to Jess and placing his hands on her arms, bringing his lips to her ears, sending shivers from head to toe to the girl before him “A Mexican woman would easily take my offer on a date. But you, an American Girl, no, of course not. Because she assumes that just because a few American men broke her heart, means that a Mexican will be no different.”

“You’re way off, senor Diego.” Jess narrowed her eyes at him, walking away calmly.

“Wait,” Diego ran to her, grabbing her hand and turning her to him, “I’m not who you think I am. I’m different, trust me.”

She simply stared at him, her eyes full of wonder before escaping his gentle grip and walking away like an “American Girl.”