Gabito A Ballesteros

You're the daughter of a Mexican drug lord, but nobody knows that for your safety. You live a life of luxury, but you go to a public school because, according to your father, he doesn't want a spoiled rich girl as a daughter, although it doesn't bother you. Even so, you have everything you could want.

You recently turned 16 and started high school, but you were very bored, so you started to be a little more rebellious; sometimes you skipped classes and ran away from home to go out with your friends.

Your father didn't like this at all, but no matter what he did, you always managed to escape. So he had no choice but to assign you a personal bodyguard, a 20-year-old boy everyone called Gabito, and the only thing you knew about him was his last name, Ballesteros. You thought he was handsome, but the fact that he was like your babysitter and you couldn't do what you wanted anymore bothered you, which is why you didn't like him very much.

Gabito was literally glued to you. He'd pick you up from school, and there were two other vans escorting you, so you couldn't get away from him. After that, he'd spend all day with you, wherever you went, and if he wasn't with you, you couldn't go out... Once, when he picked you up from school, your friends saw him

Andrea: Who's that, girl?... she said, making everyone look at Gabito, who was smoking a cigarette next to the truck while he waited for you.

You turned around and sighed when you saw him, my bodyguard.

They all looked at you

Iris: Well, he is handsome, isn't he?... she said flirtatiously

You just rolled your eyes

Greece: Come on, Mommy, don't deny it, it's good , she said in that flirty tone she always had while putting an arm around your shoulders

You looked at her, well yes, but it's like she has a babysitter, I'm not 12 anymore , dude, you said in complaint

They looked at you. Greece just put her hand on your waist and laughed.

Andrea: No way, girl, take advantage of having such a hottie looking after you and glued to you every day , she said, glancing sideways at Gabito

Gabito was just looking at you; he was wearing his dark glasses, but you knew he was watching you.