CHAPTER 6/2.

Silva family.

Logan.

I watch her laugh with her mother, dance a slow song with her father, get mad at something Liam has said, she couldn't look more beautiful than yesterday. She really, she was too sexy and beautiful by nature.

She just so happened that she is Liam's little sister.

She knew he looked familiar and I couldn't have been that blind, Liam had a picture on his desk that we shared and there it was. He saw her every day. But no joke crossed my mind that sweet and tender girl hugging her brother in the photo, she could be the sexy and exotic girl I met yesterday at the bar.

I just can't figure it out, I can see her happy here with her family and I understand all the nights that Liam was crying drunk for her sister, I heard him say every night that she would give her life to have her back...

Now is when I understand her pain.

She is light, a pure light that infects everyone here and makes me want more, wanting to have the same complicity that she has with her brother. I want her smiles to be directed at me.

I've been watching her from afar like a damn pervert imagining a thousand and one ways to talk to her. But the situation is uncomfortable.

She breaks the wall between us as she walks purposefully up to me, with a poker face that is even scary.

Will she be mad at her?

God willing she doesn't, I already saw her rude side of her and I can admit that she surprised me, she even scared me a little.

—Shall we make a truce? —She asks, raising an eyebrow. Taking all my attention.

—One that? —I say confused.

—You know, where both sides take a break from the conflict.

—What conflict? —I tease him to give me one of her wonderful smiles.

—Damn, you're impossible.

Her face wrinkles and her lips line up. This has not turned out as she expected.

—Okay, we make a truce. You are the first girl I have heard swear so much in less than twenty-four hours.

Smile.

Inside I am celebrating the victory but it interrupts my thoughts.

—You'll have to get used to it, my only friends on earth have a bad habit of throwing expletives every hour, minute, and second of the day.

He laughs a little when he finishes speaking, but his laugh is more like discomfort than joy.

I wonder why? Why do I distinguish a slight appearance of sadness and something akin to loneliness in your words? Until I realize something.

—Your only friends? —I ask.

She looks at me for a fraction of a second and I stare at her. She has that air that she knows she is wanted and doesn't cut it off showing it.

—It's ... a bit complicated —she doubts. Seeing that I remain silent, she continues "they all have a penis," she laughs a little.

I still can't understand and she realizes it.

—All my friends have penises.

She covers her mouth with her hands, suppressing her laughter.

—And that's because ...

—You see, it's always been Liam and I against the world —he approaches and instinctively moves away— when I was little, I was the shyest and the least sociable of the two, I didn't have a single friend and Liam, realizing that, joined me. his group, since then I have had four overprotective and jealous siblings instead of just dealing with one.

I am happy because she has shared something about her with me and I can see that behind all her facade she has been quite alone. Sharing this with me makes me want to know everything about her and awakens in me something that I thought I had lost a long time ago.

—That sounds a bit lonely —I murmur so softly that I hope she doesn't hear me however she does.

—It is.

She shrugs and takes a long drink from her glass.

I remain silent why I don't think I know what to answer to that.

—Don't get me wrong —she places her hand on my hand so that I can look at him— I've spent the best years of my life with those bastards, let's say I'm something like her girl and they are my boys.

I can't help asking.

—You really never had a friend?

—Nope, not one.

—And Aleix is also one of those four?

She smiles at the mention of that one.

—Aleix has been with Liam and me since kindergarten, he doesn't count.

I bring my glass to my mouth to drink the last of it. Lexie keeps making our glasses crash on the base and makes an annoying noise.

We do nothing but smile at that brief accident and I could stay for hours so that he continues to give me more and more bits of her.

Lexie.

I am having a good time with Logan, he smiled at the idea that he was the only one in this whole party who had not asked me about the accident, I would like to thank him but when I dare to speak I shut up and I was stunned to see who is walking through the door.

I clench my fists at my sides so hard that the skin on my knuckles turns white.

Logan notices how tense I have remained and follows the movement of my eyes toward the door.

America and Sam walk through the door while everyone draws attention from him.

My father who is in charge of receiving the guests gives them the face of few friends, but his position changes when he sees who is behind them.

—How beautiful. —Logan next to me, he's gaping with his eyes wide and with all his attention on America.

His words permeate my head and repeat themselves over and over again. I try to erase the idea of him recognizing that America is beautiful from my head. I hate him for saying that, I hate how he's looking at her, I hate how her desire seeps into his gaze.

I'm jealous?

I don't just hate that she stole Sam's attention and that's why she liken him to Logan.

It is not his fault that he has no idea who he is. Who is that bitch who has made my life miserable at school, looking for the most devious methods to make me feel bad?

Liam comes towards me with a determined stride and stands next to me.

I have a lot of anger. I started to like the evening, with the time I shared with Logan I began to like it, but as always something had to go wrong.

—What is the Silva family doing here?

I'm so furious that I won't let Liam answer

—And how is Sam with them.

—Lex, calm down. —America parents are sponsoring Mom.

That? Did I just hear well?

—Why are they sponsoring Mom?

My head is going to explode, I have grains that the earth swallows me and comforts me until I feel happy as I was a while ago.

—They offered him an offer that he couldn't refuse.

God this can't be true, they can't be here, Sam can't be here with her. Being that long ago he was the one who accompanied me to these parties. I turn around to find Logan's gray eyes watching me. They observe me carefully as if wanting to decipher me. But no, I will not have this type of conversation and less with him

Liam goes to attend to my mother's friends and leaves me, not without first kissing me in the hundred.

I stop the first waiter I find and take a glass of champagne from his hands, seeing that Logan has finished his, I take another and hand it to him.

I lose myself in his eyes until America's shrill voice catches his attention and I look down at my bare feet in my heels.

—You look pretty fancy in that dress for who you are, Lexie.

I do not answer. I will not allow myself to lose my papers. I look up and meet Sam's dark gaze.

—Hello there.

—Hello Sam.

He is looking at me with a certain sadness and remorse, I notice it when he puts his hand on the back of his neck and messes up his hair there. I know him so well that I know how he's feeling right now, I won't allow myself to feel bad for him.

Sam knows perfectly who accompanied me at these parties.

—Are you not introducing us dear Lexie? —I keep silent, begging myself not to have to do it— well, you're still as prudish as ever —I roll my eyes crossing my arms— I'm America Silva, you can tell me, Meri.

I try not to notice the tone of her voice.

But she is irritating.

Is she flirting in front of Sam?

—Logan Weisser —introduces herself by placing her hand on her waist while she kisses him twice on the cheeks.

—It's nice to meet you, Logan —she smiles flirtatiously. He returns her gesture but it is her words that perplex me.

—I can not say the same.

She smiled at me, he didn't play her game.

Why am I so happy? Why do I have the feeling of victory when I'm not even competing for anything? Am I glad that he is so talkative and curious with me and does not fall into the ghoulish game of bitch America?

My thoughts make me hold back a laugh, I feel like America is glaring at me.

Logan rests his hand on the small of my back approaching him, I can feel the heat that comes from his hand, it warms my whole body as if the touch of him served to kill the cold. Try not to focus so much on who he was touching me and how I liked him to do it.

The silence between us was so awkward that I thought it would be better to go back to the introductions.

—Logan, this is Samuel Miller —I pointed to Sam and Logan held out his hand.

We exchanged glances and I could see his surprised face, he had called him Samuel instead of Sam as I called him. I stop being my Sam the moment I walk through that door holding hands with America.

I could see above the man that Liam was looking at me worriedly, he asked me silently "Are you okay?" to which I replied without a word leaving my mouth, that I had everything under control.

Rather, Logan had it under control who was talking to America about her dress, rather she spoke and he just listened.

—Wait ... did you say, Weisser? —Sam interrupted somewhat irritably.

Logan nodded.

—From the Weisser companies?

Hearing the last thing Logan clenched his jaw, along with the already formed fist squeezing my dress into the small of my back. He nodded again and Sam smirked.

—Why ... we have the heir to the Weisser companies among us.

What the hell was wrong with Sam? Whatever they were talking about wasn't a topic that made Logan very content. I could feel his grip on my back tighten tighter.

I pull my hand back and deposit it on his to try to calm his pent-up anger.

America's laugh echoed between us and we all turned to her.

—I see you caught a big shot, Lexie. —I chuckled with an air of superiority.

—What's happening to you? I asked, feeling more confused than before.

—Did you already fuck him like all the others?

I shudder at her comment, precisely that was always her problem with me. She could never take in the fact that my friends were not paying attention to her. I end up creating a story that most people believed, a story that made me get insulted and teased by calling me a whore every time I crossed the hall.

Sam was about to speak when Logan stood up to America so closely that she backed away.

—Take your words away —I growl, her voice so severe I could feel the fear on America's face.

—Hey, don't talk to him like that ... —I speak loudly, drawing the attention of a few around us.

It was quite a spectacle to see how Sam defended America, it was incredible that my heart trembled and it broke a little more with this.

—And you allow her to speak to him like that — She smirked. Sam was silent — I don't allow anyone to talk to Lexie like that.

Sam at the last grabbed his arm. America and I contemplated the scene of those boys who at any moment could happen to blows. You could see it coming.

—Where do you know her from? —She suppressed it.

They stood facing each other with challenge permeated in their eyes. Liam walked over to our circle, stepped between us.

—You better stop right now before you get more attention.

They glared at each other for another nanosecond, then separated completely. Logan returned to my side and nodded to Liam, who silently thanked him.

The couple went the way they came, leaving us alone.

I had a conflict within me, I didn't really know what had just happened, nor did I understand why Sam was behaving that way. I needed to clear my mind and get some fresh air.

I went out the back door and stayed there until the party was over and my parents went out to celebrate at a bar. They were still quite young, Liam and I could manage.