Badboy, His Secrets and My Heart

2: No Hablo Stupid

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Ethan

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I handed my slip over to the teacher for the last lesson of the day. More like slammed it on his desk. But hey, finally! The day was gonna be over.

I saw her glaring at me before signing on the slip and filing mumbling something along, “kids these days.”

Cue the eye roll.

“You would be partnering up with Ms. Whitman,” she pointed me down to a table with an already occupied student. The dark girl, who I remembered to be Scarlett’s friend. What was her name again? Ah, Ciara.

I settled onto my seat, not in the mood for pleasantries. It may have come out rude, but that’s what a hectic first day does to you. And that exactly would be my crankiness until this modern eternal hell ends. “Hey!” She beamed at me, being her usual bubbly self I guess. I was severely tempted to snap at her but I held myself back. “Hey,” I muttered back curtly.

“How was your day so far? Do you like it here?” She asked me slipping her safety glasses on. I shrugged and started sketching something on my notebook. “Okay, so you are one of those people who get pissed off at the end of the day. That is to say the last period. And get ready to snap at each innocent soul apart from them. Right?” She mumbled thoughtfully.

“Honestly, I thought that everyone gets cranky at the end of the day. Actually every human being does, apparently,” I retorted.

She looked offended but brushed it off with a laugh. “Well, I know I’m not human enough. I’m a-. I’m sorry I can only say if you can keep a secret. I’m a vampire,” she whispered the last word.

The way she said it, it made even me c***k a smile.

“Come on now. We’ve got some damn cells to look out,” she continued.

“Was that a bio joke?”

“Nope, Eth-ylene. Let’s get going.”

“Eth-ylene?!”

“Well, isn’t your name Ethan?,” she shrugged. She freaking shrugged!

**

"So how was your first day at school?" Scarlett asked me taking her phone out. A question out of formality not curiosity, I convinced myself. I contemplated on whether to reply the truth or some nice s**t she would’ve wanted to hear.

Hold on.

When has Ethan Torres ever reconsidered what to reply to a girl? Never. 

Then why now? Because you may or may not like her. 

I like her? Of course you do.

 No way. Liar. 

Well, has Ethan Torres ever wanted to hold a girl so badly that he lost a tidbit of time letting go of her from his arms? No.

 Or has ever felt the sudden surge of adrenaline rush that came upon seeing her? Nah. 

Or has he ever felt a jolt of electricity when her mere fingertips grazed him? Nope.

That has nothing to do with my responses to a girl. Or to anyone.

"Shitty."

"Well, what happened?" She mumbled texting someone rapidly. Probably that Logan guy.

“Nothing just school.”

“Do you miss your old school?’

“Some people maybe. But not the school.”

Her eyes softened as she looked up from her phone. “It’ll be fine. You’ll get used to being here.” “That’s odd. You’re weird,” I muffled. “Why exactly is this conversation odd and why am I weird?” 

“Throughout the day anyone who talked to me began with a hello and ended up with asking why the hell I transferred here. You did not though.”

“Well, if that is weird. I guess you haven’t met a lot of people who valued privacy and respected their limits.” “Now that is a good point,” I nodded grinning. But why the f**k did I want her to ask me the reason even if I was f*****g sure I wouldn’t tell? Why am I being weird?

“You tell me. You’re the one finding and absorbing all the weirdness around her, right?”

Shit, did I tell that out aloud?

“Yes you did. And the last one too.”

I shook my head rolling my eyes. “You texting the Logan guy?”

“Yeah,” she replied, “but the lil’ dipshit is leaving me on seen!”

 Argh the pain!

“I am sorry. It is probably because of m-“ “No, no. It’s not your fault that he is being a jerk. He’ll come around.” Why the f**k did I just apologize? Jeez, you’ve got it bad in just a day Torres. Get a grip!

 "Ethan, I know about Logan. He won't sit with us for lunch every day. Some days he negotiates with his ball buddies. This is casual," she confirmed. But I knew that if I accepted her shitty answer, we would both be lying.

"Hey.. Hun." A hot pink French-manicured hand splayed upon my chest. The shrill, high voice brought both of us out of our conversation. Hands off, blondie! "Scarlett, why don't you introduce me to this newbie hottie?" she demanded, blowing a kiss at the end of her sentence. Ugh, who is this b***h?!

Before Scarlett could even open her mouth, she herself had finished the introduction. "Hi, I'm Barbie. Barbie Figgs, Scarlett's friend. And you must be Ethan. Right? Ethan..?" She dragged on. Barbie! She was f*****g Barbie?! What sort of a parent named their kid freakin' Barbie?!

"Torres. And I’m sorry I don’t speak stupid," I replied briefly, my demeanor was obviously tense. Scarlett stifled a cough that sounded insanely like a snigger. 'Barbie' had not taken her hand off my chest, and that simple action made my blood boil. I wanted her hand off my damn chest. It was a no go zone.

Can someone help me? Oops, I probably should do s**t myself.

"Um yeah, Barbie. But we really got to get going," I saw Scarlett step on the other’s toe 'accidentally' causing her to withdraw her hand immediately. Apologizing to her, she reciprocated a smile to me to which I returned with a smirk. The little witch! But I couldn’t thank her enough.

Barbie ran a hand over her Emilio Pucci blush-pink mid-thigh sundress, smoothing the creases and checked her pink Jimmy Choos for any deformation. All credits and thanks to Scarlett Mitchell, if I was right. Her double coated hot pink glossy matte lips were in a pout. All the pink was giving my head an ache.

How I knew the brands of ladies stuff or "pink” stuff was a whole another story. You tend to know things when your mother happens to be a fashion designer who leaves all sorts of designs and receipts all over the house.

"Aww, sweetie. I thought we could do some coffee. Anyways, handsome, you'll be at Rao's party tonight, won't you?" This Barbie girl pouted more. that is if she had not already. "I was not invited," I noted curtly. Scarlett stifled a snort at my tone. Haha. It’s not you who has deal with a horny teenager.

"Well, consider yourself officially invited. Are you coming now?" She asked hopefully excited. Why cannot this girl take no for an answer when women all over the world want men to understand the basic same thing?  "I'm sorry but I have to settle in. So I don't think I'll be able to. Maybe another time. Or not. I already told you 'no hablo stupid'," I declined, deciding to be polite with a stolid masked tone and walked away from the way too 'pink' zone.

Ha, live with that now!  She deserved that for literally making me hate the colour pink in just ten minutes.

I leaned against a car to look back at the two of them having a stare down contest. Barbie was fuming. I could imagine steam coming out of her ears. But she quickly composed herself and gave Scarlett a sickly sweet smile who shrugged apologetically with a small smile in response and ran up to catch with me.

"You alright?" She asked me, biting her bottom lip nervously. My eyebrows quirked up in response. What the f**k is this about? "You were not exactly comfortable back there.." Oh.

"Nah, I'm fine. But just tell me something," I paused gauging her reaction.

She looked up at me attentively, bracing herself, I guess. Scrunching my forehead I proceeded to lean into her. My breath warmed her right cheek, her scented shampoo of fruity coconuts invaded my senses, her blue green eyes looked right into mine making me feel as if my soul was stripped bare for her to see and the hairs at the back of my head stood right up. My whisper sent shivers down her body but her eyelids did not batter once.

"That bottle blonde back there. Is her name actually Barbie?"

The frown on her face eased with immediate effect, as she looked up to see me smirking. I was trying so hard to control my laughter. Jeez girl. She was pretty tense back then. Her jaw fell open at the absurdity of the question, which she shut back quickly and glared daggers at me.

She smacked at my chest, trying to be violent but the attempt was futile at my tough abs. Yep. I’m modest enough. I let go and cracked up. "Oh my god, the reaction on your face?" I gasped for air, clutching my stomach still laughing. "i***t," she mumbled crossing my arms whilst frowning.

And in which way I did not know but somehow that made me smile.

My fingers touched her forehead, easing her frown lines. "Relax pancakes, you will get wrinkles," I said still laughing. Her frown resolved as she too dissolved into laughter joining me.

"Nope," she said in between her titters, "Her name is actually Barbara. But she likes to be called Barbie, though." I snorted, rolling my eyes in response.

"How'd you get to school?" She asked me, searching for something inside her bag.

"My mom dropped me off since it's the first day," I nodded absentmindedly. My mom drove me all the way here just so that she could get time yelling my head off and tell me to behave and all that f****d up s**t. "So how would you get home?"

"Um, I guess I have to walk," he shrugged. I’ve been deprived of my allowance and was in a desperate position to find a job that paid me decently. I could not believe my mom had indeed left me to fend for myself.

"Well, do you know the way?" She eyed me scrutinizing. Oops. "I'll figure it out," I said shrugging again. I did not even know the name of my street. Just the landmarks. Oh Lord, f**k me.

"Hop in. I'll drop you," she offered. She looked at me, my hesitation was obviously visible on my face. "Come on, Ethan.." she partly whined. No point pretending to be tough here, in this situation. I did need a ride. "Kay then," I nodded, "hey hold on, THAT is your car?"

My fingers were pointed towards the silver Porsche convertible, she was standing next to. She got in nodding nonchalantly with a shrug. Holy moly! She is one rich a*s. I too walked over to the passenger seat slowly and got in. While she figured out how to get to my house mentally after I told her the landmarks, I asked her whether I could have some music on to which she happily obliged.

Too much silence made things awkward. Or awkwardness made too much silence. Yeah, something like that.

"Can we get some frozen yogurt on the way?" She asked me pulling over at a Yogurtland.

"I'll go get them," I hopped out of the car, before she could say anything. "Flavor?" I raised my eyebrows twice questioningly. "Brownie chunk, or if it is not there then dark chocolate raspberry."

I gave the chick at the counter my order and handed her my credit card. As she took it, I unlocked my phone to check for texts from my mates. “Sorry sir, card declined.” Wait, what the f**k?! Arghh, my mom! I pulled out my wallet to search for cash which I doubted I had. Sweet Baby Jesus, I know we are exactly not on good terms but please don’t embarrass me in this evil trial.

I guess Baby Jesus did hear my atheist a*s groaning within. I found the exact change hidden under some dumb flap in my wallet. I handed them to the b***h with judgy eyes. I grabbed the two cups she gave me and headed out.

She was on the phone with someone. The window was rolled down.

"Nah, I'm outside Yogurtland. Ethan's picking up some frozen yogurts." She paused listening to the other end. "How many Ethans do we know? I know you're rolling your eyes at me, Lo-Bear,” she rolled her eyes scolding “Lo-Bear.” Who in the effing hell was that?

"I don't think so. Not sure though, Lo," she pursed my lips. "Sure,” she replied to whoever that was. But my dumb a*s wild guessed that it was that Logan guy. "Yes, boss," she mocked and cancelled the call as I tapped on the window alerting her.

She unlocked the door grinning as I slipped in with a Brownie chunk and a Double Chocolate. Handing both to her, I put on the seat belt.

"Double Chocolate?" She asked me, clearly surprised. "You're full of surprises, seriously."        

    "Well, I kind of do prefer double chocolate over plain old vanilla," I smirked waiting for her reaction.

She nodded absentmindedly until the words registered into her damn brain. "Ewww, Ethan. I didn't need to know that," she smacked my arm, to which I burst out laughing.

She smiled at me shaking her head.

And it was really beautiful when she did.

**

“Um thanks.”

I replied to that Barbie girl who somehow found out my number. The only benefit I got from that was getting Scarlett’s number from her.

I had decided text her after all.

"Hey! Pancakes!"

My phone dinged a minute later.

"?"

“Pancakes? You there?”

“Um, wrong number.”

“Noooo!! Pancakes, you forgot me!??"

“Okay,who is this?”

“Pancakes! It’s me, pancakes!?”

“Ethan?”

“Wow, took you long enough, pancakes ??”

"Ethan!!  How the hell did you get my number???"

"I got it from Barbie. Idk how she got mine. She just texted me again to come for the party.  So yeah.."

"Ha, Ha."

“I just texted so I can have the physics questions you got last week. The one we’re supposed to turn in." Sure as hell. You are texting  her for a couple of dumbass questions?! And what next the earth stopped spinning, Stelena ship has indeed sailed, you just sneezed with your eyes wide open and then you licked your own elbow?! Sure. f*****g sure.

"Ya, suree. Hold on.”

A couple of pictures showed up on my phone screen.

"Thx, pancakes.;)"

"Can’t you just call me Scar??‍:|"

"K then. Scar.”

“P.S. pancakes:))”

She replied back with three face palming emojis.

I shut the chat screen and opened her contact as I heard the front door open and close soon after which Emmy screamed, “Mommy!” I backspaced the word ‘Scar’ and replaced it with ‘Pancakes'

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