The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Seventeen: I will bury you as well

I don't fuck with you,
You little stupid ass bitch,
I ain't fucking with you.
You look dumb ass bitch,
I ain't fucking with you,
I got a million trillion things i'd rather fucking do,
Than to be fucking with you. 〰 Big Sean

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My head was pounding.

When I had woken up this morning I had one of the worst headaches you could ever have and on top of that, I had the worst luck when I got out of bed more like dragged myself off the bed my leg got stuck in the comforter, and as you can guess I fell straight on my face.

After punching the floor-like it was its fault- for what seemed like forever. I got up and made my way to the bathroom when I got there I decided to take a quick shower and ended up making the water too hot which burnt my skin. I once again punched the wall in the bathroom and felt the most excruciating pain I'd ever felt and groaned in frustration.

I struggled to pull myself down the stairs when I realized I wasn't doing myself any good and just increasing my pain. I did my best not to trip which honestly wouldn't have surprised me due to my very good luck today. I'm not even going to tell you to note the sarcasm if you didn't you have a terrible problem.

I made my way to the drawers to get some aspirins and immediately downed them. I made some cereal, took an apple, made toast, ate it with an omelet, and had orange juice to wash it all down... please you weren't expecting me to take just a cereal.

When I was done I once again struggled to make my way back up the stairs. My hangovers weren't the prettiest they made me weak and cranky just like when I was on my period... but you don't want to hear that.

As I slumped back in bed I closed my eyes and put my hands over my head. I decided whether or not I wanted to go to school I mean I was tired, a big mess, I couldn't stand straight and also I didn't want to go because I didn't want to see that son of a bitch Ian who...

I shot up and coiled back in pain as the sudden impact made my already cooling down head throb even more as my memory from last night started flooding back and I felt my anger resurface. I couldn't miss school today... not for the world, I had some scores I needed to settle.

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"Which one of you bastards was it," I asked glaring at Ian, Dallas, Aiden, and Cody.

They all stood staring at me confused before Dallas voiced out all their thoughts. "Aria..." he started carefully selecting his words. "What are you talking about?"

"Which one of your sorry asses laid the fricking claim on me." I hissed more fierce than the first time. They all let out a breathe as their eyebrows shot up.

"What's a claim." Excuse me. I'm not even joking Cody had to be the most stupid person alive to have asked that because he actually looked genuine but my glare immediately told him I wasn't joking.

"I'm going to-" I started pointing my finger at all of them preparing to give them all a piece of my mind but Ian cut me off very rudely.

"I don't know about you guys but I'm not taking this bull shit any longer." He said attempting to stare me down, failing, and then walking away.

"And where in hells name do you think you're going you son of a bitch." I snarled at him. What effrontery... how dare you... who the hell do you think you-

"Feel free to tag along hot stuff." He threw over his shoulder with easy confidence not even bothering to look back at me.

I was so tempted to once again lunge at him and not stop beating him till I imposed permanent severe damage on him but I withheld myself for two very clear reasons.
-we were in school and the events of last night were still fresh in these losers' memories. Just this morning I saw a group of people whispering and looking my way and once I passed they started hushing themselves I hadn't even spared them a glance. That was bad though I was meant to be keeping a low profile and it's like everyone had something to say about me.
-someone would catch me that's just the way it was I don't know why that always happened but it did. The two times I've wanted so badly to take out my anger on someone I was always caught mid-air and thrown back to the ground like I was some rag doll.