Carlos Rivera

He raised his famously trademarked brow while looking in my direction. The look that could mean but a thousand different things, left entirely up to imagination  His eyes spared no time on anything but whom he was speaking directly to. His attention was utterly undivided. His dark, dark eyes were so entrancing that once you looked into them you could not look away. However there was something about them, curiously enough, that made you swoon, and yet, I did not know why, but they seemed flat in their presence. Everyone I knew seemed to think otherwise. My friends, my cousins, my aunts, my mother, heck, even my father were hypnotized by his entrance. His tousled black wavy hair that was so cleverly placed in a way that made him seem both professional and intelligent, and yet with a hint of playfulness and boyish Charm. He would bewitch you with a glance of his eye and a raising of his dark brow. His smile lit up a room thirty times more than any super-powered lightbulb ever could. People simply gravitated toward Carlos. He was a giant celestial body that generated good humor unto everyone than came within a five mile radius of him.

I Was, with no doubt, under the spell that he so gallantly cast upon people he met, and was considered to be the most fortunate and blessed girl in town to have the handsome Carlos Rivera as a boyfriend. Girls everywhere swooned and sighed at the sight of him.They thought they fell in love with him after a few sentences of conversation and so thoroughly envied me.

Carlos realized his potential power over people and used it often to his advantage. He asked people favors and allured them to his will. Like a poor innocent animal lured in by its fascinating predator only to find itself trapped and at its mercy. Both men and women were mesmerised by his attraction and did anything he wanted them to.

For some reason, I ended up as his girlfriend. Probably because I was the kind of girl that was "hard to get". I did not go searching for boys, in fact, I never wasted a second glance at one that I liked. I was cool and uninterested and that is what made me all the more interesting. My indifference towards boys made me irresistible to them. Even when I had a crush on someone, I wouldn't show even the slightest signs. I was pretty, in a standard way, with nice features, an agreeable body and good humour - but my attitude was my most alluring component.

Carlos was very much used to having girls at his feet like lost puppies. When I came along with my disregard for him, he soon enough fell at my feet. We were together by default. My personality attracted his and vice versa.

This was not going to end well, I knew it.