The Spanish Bad Ass

Chapter Forty four: You fucking bitch

"You fucking bitch."

Why did this give me a sense of Deja Vu?

Oh yeah, that's right Dallas was once again on the floor.

When I said I jumped on the bed I didn't mean mine I meant Dallas' he woke up with shock and fell straight on his face on the floor.

Revenge. Always best served cold Dallas thought I had forgiven him for waking me up from my precious sleep he had another thing coming.

So that was why that wail of shock and disbelief happened.

"Now that was payback," I said laughing as he pulled me down so I landed on the floor with him but he miscalculated so I ended up landing on top of him by landing I meant sitting on him.

"You sure hold a grudge now don't you." He said groaning and pushing me off him so I was left on the floor while he made his way back to the bed.

I shrugged. "Well, I guess you could say that."

"What do you want." He spat but I just ignored it standing.

"You were saying something back in school." He shook his head in confusion. "About Addison." He grunted back indicating he still didn't understand." I sighed. "Do you need water to wake you up completely?" He nodded his head through his closed eyes.

I huffed, got up, and carefully made my way down the stairs. I stopped short when I saw Echidna in the living room watching a movie and carefully made my way past her and straight to the kitchen. I've been in Dallas' kitchen a good number of times so I could locate it even in the dark.

Notice how I said kitchen and not the house.

I got the glass of water and left. Before turning back to grab a bag of chips, and another one, and another one, and then finally taking what seemed to be the last tub of ice cream.

I'm sure he wouldn't miss it.

By the time I made it back to Dallas' room again he was fast asleep. So I made my way back to my room and kept all my possessions safely and then returned to his room.

I tapped him softly at first but got nothing so I flicked at his nose. His eyes widened in shock but then narrowed at my grinning face.

"Here's your water," I said showing him the glass. He sighed in gratitude and reached out to get it.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," I said beaming as I tilted the glass of water over his head and let all the content spill over his head.

"You fucking bitch."

Twice in a night. I'm on a roll.

I smiled at him. "Is that the new nickname you came up with for me... because if it is I absolutely love it."

He shot me a dry look. "I'm going to kill you one day."

"Not before I kill you." I mused sing-song dropping the glass carefully on the table. "At least you're up now... right."

After he had managed to transfer all the water on his hair to my shirt the need to get the wet thing off me was great but seeing as I didn't want to go through the stress of going back to my room and I wasn't about to remain wet and I definitely wasn't planning on remaining shirtless. I had to take one of his shirts... by force.

"No, I'm not giving you that one it's my favorite shirt."

"Do I look like I give a fuck you're the one who got me wet?"

"If you hadn't been a bitch and poured the water over me I wouldn't have- ouch what the heck did you punch me for."

"That was the only nice way to get you to let go of it."