The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Fourteen:Quit being such a bore... and have fun.

Aria's dress above.

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"What?" That was all I managed to say.

"It was Dallas." She said looking up at me pushing back a loose piece of her hair behind her ear. I looked at her still confused and shook my headd to indicate I wasn't following.

"Dallas..." She sighed like I was a retard because honestly how hard was it for her to get that. "He made me do this he said to try to convince you to come to the party... I mean I don't even want to go. I don't even know the guy some Dom freak... I mean who names their child Dom." She started blabbing uncontrollably I wanted to ask why she was making me when she didn't want to go but she quickly went on.

"You see I lost this bet to him..." She suddenly groaned as she rubbed her forehead like to relive some throbbing pain and slumped down on the bed backing me.

"I don't even want to go into it it's too embarrassing." She paused and I could tell she was having an internal battle giving a sigh she went on.

"He said he could make me say black then he asked me what color his shirt was and it was orange then he asked me what colors were on the American flag and I answered and then he asked me what color his sofa was and then I said white..."

I just drained her out because that was the most boring thing I had ever heard in my life I figured that I better make a way to get myself out of this one without hurting the child but realizing there was no way I sighed and was, against my will, drawn back to what she was saying.

"... and then they all started yelling you know saying that I had said it and I was like no way because I knew I hadn't said it because he had asked me what color his sneakers were which were blue and then I said, 'but I thought it was black' and then they all started yelling again telling me I had just then said it and I was so stupid I mean how embarrassing was that and they just kept laughing." She said groaning more loudly.

"He didn't want to come himself something about him thinking you would punch him so hard his insides would spill out... wonder where he got that from."

"Yh me too," I muttered under my breathe luckily I had cleaned up and disposed of my little mess before she'd gotten here when I say luckily I mean for her she would have been running for the hills if she'd seen that.

"Anyway he knew you wouldn't hurt me because I'm a girl and... well I'm pretty amazing." She started smiling proudly at me.

"Oh, you'd be surprised how fast I could forget that," I told her matter-of-factly. She either didn't hear me or she decided to ignore me because she just went on.

"I personally would not, under any circumstances, have agreed whether I lost that damn bet or not but his bribe was very tempting I couldn't turn it down"

"I don't even want to-"

"An entire wardrobe makeover to my taste and a whole year supply of shoes." She practically sang. "And even though I knew the shoe part was a big fib the makeover totally sold it for me." She said smiling then she scrunched up her nose and continued.

"But girl going through your closet you need that makeover a lot more than I do it's a fricking sty in here"

I grunted at her. I knew that was a lie one because my closet was always neat well except now because she had torn it apart and two because all my clothes were amazing.

"Ok, you need to get dressed stats." She said pulling me up and then letting me fall back down like she'd just remembered something.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing." I asked looking down at the big shirt I was wearing that said, 'You're dead' in big red prints in the front.