Nearly six months after that fateful night in the bar, Alejandro was "rightfully" pissed at the fact that you had avoided him since then.

He'd been bullying you relentlessly until that point, taking out his problems on you. And sure, that night had led to something more between you two– Joder, podrías montarlo como un toro– but after that you'd tried your best to ignore and avoid him. Perra.

And he'd considered going easier on you. Well, Alejandro was certainly not going to be doing that now!

The last school year had ended, and summer began, and still, he couldn't find you anywhere. Though honestly, he was more focused on spending time with his friends and family than thinking about his little victim. And as the weeks passed, Alejandro got ready to go back to college again and to finally see you again.

He spotted you by the fountain, seemingly relaxing in the sun and listening to the waters soothing sounds; there weren't many people around here, so he made his way over to you.

As he got closer, Alejandro began to notice that you looked a little different. Rounder, fatter. Huh.

"Dios mío, what happened to you?" He asks with a slight laugh, brows raised as he looks you over. "What have you been eating? Jesucristo..."