The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Thirty seven: Last night was pretty rough.

"What are you both still doing here... shouldn't you be in school? My Abuela asked after seeing an Aria and Ian sitting at the dining table stuffing their faces with cereals instead of being in school. No need to do the honors I will and don't worry I hate myself too.

"Which question do you want us to answer first," I asked not looking up from my cereal and also buying time.

Her silence made me look up and I saw she was giving me a look that said 'you be a smart ass and make another snarky comment and I will send you to a nunnery' what all her looks had meanings.

"Good morning Paula." Ian, much to my horror, cooed walking up to her and placing a kiss on her cheek.

She lit up instantly and reached up to cradle his cheek. Ian took a second to flash me a mischievous smirk before going back to his innocent facade. "Morning my darling." She said pointedly looking at me with another look that said 'have you ever in your bloody life greeted me like that.' Yup she cussed a lot with her looks tried to pretend she didn't curse but her looks said it all. I just sighed and shook my head.

Ian walked back over to sit next to me to finish his cereal and like that it was only me who was answering when it was clearly Ian that caused all this. The type of world we live in that women have to take the fall for the mistakes of a foolish man. I sound like a poet here.

I turned to him for help but he must have found his cereal a lot more fascinating than it was a while ago because he looked at the mile and remaining lumps of cereal with sheer wonder.

So I did the only thing a teenager would do when they wanted to get off the hook from going to school.

"Abuela..." I called clutching onto my stomach that by chance just started to hurt me. She just wrinkled her nose at me. I was so tempted to laugh but I controlled myself and managed to ignore her. "Yeah so I'm not feeling so well I think I caught a cold or something." And to add more dramatics to it I pushed what was left of my cereal forward and writhed back in pain.

I did a good performance if I did say so myself I might as well have believed it but alas she might as well have been clapping because when I peeked open one of my eyes to see if she was buying it she just stood there arms folded with a look that said it. 'You must think I was born five bloody minutes ago.' Ian, by the side, was no help at all because he just kept sniggering despite the number of times I stomped on his foot.

Finally giving up because she clearly didn't. I sat up with a scoff pulling my cereal forward and played a card, a pushing-the- blame-on-someone-so-you-didn't-get-in- trouble card.

"Don't look at me like that," I said throwing my hands forward at her like in a shooing motion but not exactly. "It's your fault for putting me in the same room with this... thing." I blamed spitting out the last word like it left a sour taste in my mouth.

She stopped. Blinked at us letting her hands slowly drop to her sides as she seemingly tried to process this newfound discovery for a second I thought that she was mad and I was wondering all the things that were probably running through her busy mind.

(1.) I had lost my purity to him. I scoffed at that because 1.) It was sweet she thought I still had that but I had lost it a pretty long while ago and 2.) Like I'd ever give this bastard the privilege of taking it from me he sure as hell didn't deserve it.
And (2.) I was pregnant. I really don't know how I came to a conclusion of that being something going through my mind but it was my Abuela here I mean have you met. I tell you last night you saw the most real of her you could ever have the privilege of seeing.

But I was wrong, way off what she had concluded was far worse and I was not expecting what she did next.

I was expecting her to yell at me to tell me she was just joking the other night and didn't expect me to stoop as low as to sleeping with someone I just met, with a complete stranger (yes my Abuela that was giving the cock and bull story of how Ian was Dallas' friend and Dallas was family so he was also family was going to forget all she had said just a couple of hours ago and call him a stranger.)