Page 45 of Red Queen
“I think my clock has officially died.” He chuckles, then I continue. “How did you sleep?”
“Never better.” He gives a quick peck on my cheek, then leans back into his pillow. “What about you?”
“I…don’t know? I woke up with a strange feeling and… I don’t remember how we got here and what we did last night.” My eyebrows furrow, still not understanding what’s happening.
“You don’t?” He pops up on his elbow facing me, then continues. “Well, we…” He starts talking, but his voice comes out muffled. I see his mouth move, but it’s like I’m suddenly deaf, my ear filtering out his words. What the…
“I… I can’t hear you. I don’t know what you’re saying,” I say, but as if he can’t hear me either, he keeps on talking. “Teo,” I call his name, and even as he’s looking at me, it’s like he can’t really see me.
Then, as I look closer, a red liquid starts flowing out of his mouth, and it doesn’t take long until I realize it’s blood.
“Mateo, you’re bleeding!” I scream, the flow getting heavier and heavier, it seems like he could bleed out anytime.
I push the blanket to his mouth, asking him if he knows what’s happening, but he doesn’t stop talking. His mouth keeps moving, gesturing in the air with his other hand, then my eyebrows furrow again. His hand, it’s…it’s normal.
“Where’s your cast? Did they take it off already?” I ask, and he finally stops talking. He looks into my eyes, then falls back on the bed, and his body starts shaking in a seizure, blood splattering over his body.
“Mateo! Oh my god… Wake up! Wake up!” My own voice gets muffled before my head starts to spin, and out of my will, I fall back on the bed as I’m hit with a blackout.
“Wake up!” The sound of a woman’s high-pitched echo startles me, and I sit up in bed, covered in sweat, my breathing heavy. What the actual fuck was that?
I look around the room, seeing that the sun is already up high, the clock is normal, pointing at 10:34 AM. I let out a big sigh, texting Mateo before I do anything else.
Rosa
You alive?
I wait a couple of minutes, hoping he’s near the phone, then I see the three dots pop up.
Mateo
Kind of. Why?
Just asking. I’ll see you at 7.
I sigh again, relieved that he didn’t actually die. That was a weird fucking dream.
The day goes on, and I have mostly managed to forget about the nightmare. I showered and washed my hair, did (late) yoga with Lana, catching up with her and updating her on my love life.
Now I’m putting on my new red dress, getting ready for the date with Mateo. This is our first one, after we went official on Monday. People have gone crazy in the comments under that post. They’re trying to figure out who the mystery lady is. As I’m making the finishing touches on my hair, I hear a knock on the door.
“Hey, pendejo.” I greet him first, as he seems to be taken aback by my looks. “What, cat got your tongue?”
He clears his throat, then finally speaks. “You could say that. Can we go? Some are already waiting outside.”
“Alright, yeah. Let’s go.” I take one last look in the mirror, grab my purse, and then head outside.
As we step outside the hotel, the flashes of the cameras light up. I quickly sneak into the car, letting Mateo shine, taking a couple of pictures, and signing some stuff for the fans. Even if it’s late at night, he takes time to stop and appreciate his fans. This is one of the few things I like about him.
After a few minutes, he slides in beside me, and as I realize our closeness, my mind wanders to flashbacks from Canada. How turned on I was by him, how sexy it was in the back of a limousine, how much he enjoyed it, how his fingers—No. Dangerous waters, Rosalia. This is just for show. None of this is real.
“So, where are we going?” I ask, hoping the small talk will get my mind off the dirty thoughts.
“It’s a surprise.” He doesn’t look at me when he replies; he just keeps staring out the tinted window.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, and even if I’m not supposed to care, I do. Just a little.
“What?” His eyebrows furrow at my question. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
