Chapter 6

Hey guys, sorry for the wait and suspense—I've been really busy lately. How about I write an interesting chapter for y'all to make up for it? 🤗

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Ariana

The guy was totally speechless—like he was just opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. Pathetic.

Finally, they decided to introduce themselves. The one with the lowest IQ was Derek Jones. The one in the middle was Eric Johnson. And my patatino? Tristan Hales.

Tristan. That sounds so sweet.

I caught myself staring at him, then snapped out of it. I mean, what has come over me? Since when did I start daydreaming? Something must be wrong somewhere. Maybe I'm getting sick. Yeah, that's it.

Anyway. School was finally over. For the first time—Hurrayyyyy!!!! I finally get to get out of this hell hole, and also I get to avoid someone. So I'm feeling pretty great.

I was practically hopping towards my car, nearly smooching it, when I saw them. The PIGS. Yeah, you guessed it right. Those three idiots were all looking in my direction like some ugly urchins. I peeled my eyes off them like they were diseased rats and continued my journey towards my car.

My friends and I made plans to go sea diving after school, so I gotta bounce. Once again, my road was blocked by some bozo.

"Give me your keys, Princess, or you won't like what I'm gonna do to you," he barked.

"Bruh, is that your best kickass line? Because that's pretty stupid. I know stupidity is a privilege, but are you sure you should be abusing that privilege?" I retorted.

"Bitch, you really got some mouth, don't you? I guess uncle is gonna teach you."

"You know, I said those exact same words to a little patatino of mine. You wanna hear what I did?" I smirked.

"Not that I care, but what?" He said.

"Come closer."

He leaned forward. And well, you know what happens next—I hit him square in the jaw. Honestly, I felt alive. He felt like my punching bag at home. One punch, two punches, three—I lost count. Each hit sent a jolt of satisfaction through me.

When I was done, I realized my hand was all bloody. Not my blood though—you know, the guy's. Looking up, I realized I'd gathered quite a crowd. And those three idiots were present.

I motioned to Derek. "You're next," I chuckled.

My friends rushed forward.

"How could I have missed all the fun today?" Ashton whined.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," I said sarcastically.

"Who cares about you?" Ashton said with a bombastic side eye.

"Anyways, there's always a next time," Bel said.

And away we flew,leaving the crowd behind.

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*Across the parking lot Tristan watched her go his cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers*

Tristan POV

That bambina is so hot. I don't think I've ever met a girl like that in my whole life. There's no one who puts me off like she does.

I was still thinking when someone jabbed me in the ribs. I nearly smacked the person's face.

When I realized it was Derek—that idiot—I mean, I don't blame Ariana if she thinks he's the dumbest. He keeps nagging and nagging around like an old lady.

"No worries, she's no match for me," I said while lighting up my cigarette.

"I don't know... didn't you say she was the one who did that to your face?" Derek asked, chuckling.

"The Almighty Tristan got his ass kicked by a girl. Don't let people at the dungeon hear, or we'll be the joke of the town," Eric mockingly reminded.

"Yeah, we've got a lot of people trying to drag us down."

"You sure you can handle her? She does seem like a tough nut to crack."

"Well, lucky for me then, since I'm a nutcracker. And her type is my favorite kind," I said, smearing my cigarette.

"Ooohhhh... Since when did he become cheesy?" Derek asked as they both laughed.

"I don't know, maybe since I met Ari."

Hold up. Wait a minute. Did I just call her Ari?(something I heard her friends calling her) Like, are we friends? She's probably gonna kill me if I call her that. But... is it weird if I kind of want to see how she's gonna kill me? Nah, I don't think it is. I'm pretty sure it's gonna be creative.

Looking up, I saw all my friends staring at me like I was deranged. That was when I realized I was thinking out loud.

Fuck.

"Why does it feel like we're being fed dog food?" Derek asked as they both looked at each other speechlessly.

Being fed dog food meaning: being oppressed for being single. 😂

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