The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Thirty eight: I'll punch you right where you least expect it.

Let's get;
Tattoos together, something to remember.
If it's way too soon, fuck it whatever.
Give me shapes and letters, if it's not forever then at least we'll have... tattoos together. 〰️ Lauv

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"So are you down."

Huh? Down for what? What was he going on about now?

After we- well mostly me because Ian had bailed out when we were getting to the main course meal- had eaten a much more hefty breakfast than just cereal and I had listed all the one million and one reasons that we shouldn't have pizza and ice cream for breakfast- even though the thought was very appealing.

Ian had made a huge fuss about how his awesomeness couldn't be restrained by the four walls of the house for the entire day and even though I told him he could get the hell out so his shitty awesomeness could be able to roam as free as the wind... he simply scoffed and buried his face in his phone.

After about a solid hour of watching the fan roll and once again beating all my high scores and proceeding to the two thousandth level of that stupid but really addicting game called candy crush. Ian had screamed his head off and said I was going to follow him wherever he wanted to go even if he had to drag me kicking and screaming.

Well all I did was wish him a good luck with that. After he attempted to pull me off the couch I was on but failed instead of blaming it on his incapacity and his weakness as a guy he dared to make an attempt to blame it on my weight. I warned him that if he dared it I would dislocate his shoulder blade. He told me I was bluffing and went right ahead to say it.

I'll tell you this; I. Aria Sierra Javier, always kept her word and that was why presently he was still once in a while discreetly nursing his left shoulder to make sure nothing vital was broken.

Tough luck.

After another solid hour, the boredom had started to get to me as I started counting the ticking of the clock. Ian wasn't kidding about what he had said as he was visibly fidgeting in the chair he sat next to mine. He clearly wasn't used to staying in a particular place for a long time.

"Sisi." He had said. "Please come out with me."

"No." I had replied back as easily scrolling through absolutely nothing on my phone.

"I'll buy you food." He tried to bribe.

Food that would... no Aria control yourself.

"No." He had gasped as he opened his eyes in shock probably wondering how I could reject food-I was wondering the same thing too- and then shook his head.

"You can't say no it's food." He stuttered in disbelief.

"That's exactly why I'm saying no."

"Sisi please."

"No."

"I'll buy you pastries."

Low blow.

"No."

He sank back in his chair and thought for a while before brightening up and looking smugly at me. I sighed because he had an idea and that never ended very well. "Do you play basketball?"

I did actually back in a sophomore year but then I'd gotten bored of it and entirely given up on P.E entirely because my body wasn't just cut out for that kind of hard labour and there was the whole becoming home school thing so I just entirely gave up on it. Though I believed that I should be pretty good at shooting hoops. Still, I may be a little rusty seeing as I hadn't practiced for a long time but I should know what I was doing.