143. WE HAVE THE CARD!

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GABRIELLA'S POV:

As I hopped down the stairs of Mr. Dalmonte's home, lo and behold he makes an appearance and literally spoils my before blissful summer saturday morning. Great...Juuuuust great.

“Good morning sunshine.” He beams at me.

I looked at him with annoyance clear on my Mexican face that I'm not happy he exists.

“What do you want?” I folded my arms.

“Your mom came to me and told me you hate your room. Is that true?”

“Of course it's true! Who gives a sixteen year old the room meant for a child?! What do you think I look like?! SIX?!”

“You don't have to shout you know.” He said as he massaged his temples. “I’m sorry honey—”

“Don’t honey me and I am most definitely not your honey, neither do I look like one and you know how I feel about honey. It's disgusting so don't call me that, go call your child that for God's sake!”

“Fine fine there's no need to shout. I've heard.”

“What do you want? You're wasting my time, my friend is waiting for me outside.”

“Boy or girl?”

“Nunya.”

“Don’t even try that nunya stuff on me. Now answer, boy or girl?”

“It’s a boy.” I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“Oh yes I am and you're not stopping me. Out of my way.” I pushed past him and headed straight for the door.

“Fine if I give you my card to go shopping unless if you don’t go with the boy — whoever he is.....you can by the whole mall if you want. Anything you want.”

And then I turned back with a smirk.

“Anything you say?”

“Yeah yeah anything, literally anything, there's not even a limit to the amount of things you buy. You can even take my car if you want.”

“Your car?” I stared at him with disbelief.

“Yes but don't scratch it..”

I'll try.

“Of course not my dear father.” I said with the most pretentious voice anyone has ever heard.

“Just don't go out with any guy.”

“Oh dear father, I would never do such a daring act.” I continued with my pretentious voice.

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“Hey what took you so long?” Kylie said  as soon as she hopped into the front seat of my father's car. “Wait, isn't this uncle Nathan's car????? He's gonna kill us!”

“You call him uncle too?” I rolled my eyes.

“We all do. He's family.” She shrugged. “SO WHAT THE HELL ARE WE DOING IN HIS CAR?! HE NEVER LETS ANYONE TOUCH HIS CAR. GEE HE'LL KILL US.”

“Stop shouting, you’re killing my ears.” I frowned as I turned on the car.

“Did you just turn on the car?! Oh my God! WE'RE DEAD! WE ARE DEAD!!!”

“Chill Mr. Dalmonte personally told me I can use his car.”

“Wait what? Why?”

“Because I lied to him that I'm going out with a boy.” I grinned evilly at her.

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