Mr Pretty boy {Camilo Madrigal x M! Reader

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WHY ARE PEOPLE ROLE PLAYING IM MY COMMENT SECTION😟😟😟 IM JUST TRYING TO PROCESS WHO STARTED IT. Anyways I'm having a motivation boost to make a whole new not related to this story fanfiction.

"Y/N, why are you wearing a scarf? It's so hot out." Emerson questioned.

"No reason." I mumbled.

"Emerson's right. Why are you even wearing a scarf?" Camilo tilted his head in confusion.

I kept my head down, not wanting them to see the red marks from last night.

"It's nothing." I continued drawing silently.

-Camilo POV-
"Don't you think Y/N's acting a bit weird?" Emerson whispered towards me.

"I guess so?" I shrugged.

"It's kind of rude to talk about people behind their backs you know." Andres rolled his eyes.

I walked up to Y/N. "Sooo, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Drawing, don't you know that?" He gripped his pencil tightly.

I sat beside him, looking over his shoulder.

He was sketching a bit, using guidelines here and there.

I observed him closely.

The way he gripped his pencil, the way he would draw different expressions on the characters, the way he knew when to add pressure, but I couldn't help but notice his scarf was slipping off and that's where I saw it.

'Is that a hickey?' I couldn't help but feel my heart shatter. 'Does this mean he had underage sex? Does this mean he likes someone else? Does this mean he made out with someone?'

I'm pretty sure he noticed me staring so he adjusted his scarf and I noticed more and more bruises, it wasn't place all over his neck but in a certain way, it was traced around his neck.

'Maybe Dolores heard something last night, I remember her gasping out of no where. She knows all the answers!'

"Hey guys! I'm going to just leave real quick! Like really really real quick, I'll be back-" "just go Camilo, we get it." Andres rolled his eyes.

"Oh, uh, thanks." I ran away, partially from embarrassment but mostly to find out the truth.

"Dolores! Where the fuck are you?!" I yelled as I barged into La Casa Madrigal.

"Camilo! Language!" Papá grumbled.

I was filled with impatience, I needed to find Dolores!

"Camilo? You called me?" Dolores walked out of her room. I ram towards her and pushed her back into her room, closing the door behind me.

"Why are you so impatient for Camilo? Have something you need?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"Last night, what did you hear?"

"What do you mean Camilo?"

"You know what I mean."

"No I seriously don't, all I heard was the fireworks, Abuelas speech, the music and Mrs Hernandez shitting. Gosh sometimes I wish I didn't hear that..."

I cringed. "No! Not that! I meant last night when everyone left! You were like 'oop', did anything happen?"

She shook her head frantically. "Nope! Nothing happened!"

"Are you sure? Because you usually make that sound when you hear or say something you shouldn't have!"

"I told you nothings wrong!"

"You're lying."

"No I'm not!"

"Then what did you hear?!"

"Nothing except that Y/N's sister is getting sold off!" She gasped.

I stared in shock.

"What did you just say?"