Her Broken Bad Guy Angel

Hot headed Ex

Priscilla pov:

We were at the school stadium. I suggested we came early to get a comfortable sit to watch the game. It was a good idea after all, the stadium was filling up really quickly.

"This is really boring" Janet said

"I can't understand the concept and the fun in 22 grown up men chasing after an inflated leather"

"But you can understand the concept and the fun in two or four grown hitting a ball at each other with a racquet"

"That is quite hypocritical"

"Oh' please, you can't compare tennis to football"

"Which is better?" I asked

"Tennis offcourse "

"I'd assume you will agree with me given it's the same sport you play"

"True"

"But we can't decide that, we are inclined to be bias. Only a neutral can decide that"

"Oh' please"

"You can't compare Tennis to this"

"It's the warmup"

"It is not meant to be fun, at least for you"

"It is to make the fans animated before the football game"

"It is the last game of the season, they needed to create as much elation as they could

"I know what warm up is"

"I just don't share the enthusiasm"

"Then shut up and let those who do enjoy it "

"Oh' please"

"You weren't watching neither"

"I could see you searching in the crowd for the past 10 minutes with your eyes"

"Whatever"

"Where is Phil"

"You asked a few moments ago"

"I told you he called, He is on his way"

I whined again after a few minutes

"I'm very hungry"

"You ate a few hours ago"

"Yeah, a few hours ago"

"Now I am hungry"

"Phil is on snacks"

"He will get it on his way"

"No I can't wait. I'm famished"

"Go and get it yourself then, I'm not leaving this spot"

I had no problem with that. I stood up and head towards the stands.

"Priscilla "

I heard her call my name, so I turned around.

"Get me some too, I love you" she shouted

"Sly b***h" I said under my breath

I had tought, she wanted to accompany me.

I headed towards the stand and joined the short line to order two cokes.

"I didn't know you watch football" she asked

I turned around to see Fiona, my classmate. We weren't exactly the closest of friends but we communicate well whenever we bump into each other. She was a sweet ever smiling girl. I'm always bemused by her warmth.

"Hi Fiona"

"I came with someone actually"

"I didn't know you watch football either"

"Probably because you are never here" she replied

"I have literally watched every home game we played"

"Are you here alone?"

"Perhaps you could join Janet and I"

Any hope of her joining me to watch the game has vanished into thin air with mention of Janet.They were polite with each other, but it was clear that there was no love lost between them.

"I actually came with my boyfriend, we've already saved a space, I came here to get some snacks."

I noticed how she called her boyfriend with a click of a tongue.

"Oh' okay"

"Perhaps we can run into each other again after the game"

"Yeah"

"Later then"

"Later Fiona"

I watched her turn and walked towards the bleachers.

It wasn't long before I was done and moving away from the stands, someone bumped hard into me. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulders, I would have dropped the bottled coke if I wasn't holding on to it hard enough.

"Hey! Watch were you are going" I said angrily. The words froze back in my mouth as he turn around and a familiar dark very angry and irritated face came into view. It was a bad idea, coming to watch this game. I've forgotten totally the odds of running into him, after all his school was playing.

"Hi" I said silently

"You are here"

"Of course I am here"

"My school is playing or perhaps you wish to accuse me of stalking you again to fuel your ego"

I could detect so much hatred in his voice.

"I'm sorry"

"It seemed you've blocked my number. I've been unable to call you"

"No David, I didn't" I lied

"You deceitful b***h"

"I would make you regret you ever rejecting me"

"You will pay for breaking my heart"

"I will make you feel the same pain and sadness, you caused me"

I felt a shiver down my spine at the aura of pure hatred

"You don't mean that David" I replied quietly

"I know you don't"

"It's your emotions speaking"

"Don't act like you know me b***h"

"You never bothered to"

"You deceitful w***e"

I was pained and angered at the insults he was hurling at me. He always held me in high regard, he had never use a profane word for me before. I understood he was angry but he can't call me that no matter his state of mind.

"You can't call me that" I said

"Or what" he said taking a step toward me with a clenched fist.

"What will you do"

Surely, he wouldn't hit me. He can't hurt me. I took a step backward.

"Call her a w***e again then I might probably show you" I heard a familiar voice behind me as he put his hand across my shoulder in protection. I look across my shoulder to look at him