THE GIRL I KNEW

46. BLOODY BRITISH BASTARD! - T.O.C 5.

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GABRIELLA'S POV:

"I still don't know why you stopped me from taking you to the hospital." I gazed at Laura's nonchalant face that was once threatening to release Niagara Falls from her annoying faint hazel orbs. I have no idea how she was able to make me do a U-turn back to our dorm room as we were two minutes away from reaching the hospital's parking lot. "And I don't know why you're associating yourself with those kind of people." I balled my fists tightly as I tried not to say what my mestiza mouth really wanted to rain on her pregnant self. "I don't mean to pry into yourrr..." I stared up and down at her and rolled my eyes to the back of my head and back. "...messed-up-looking-business, but......WHO THE HELL IS THAT BLOODY BASTARD?!"

Not my tongue already cussing like a typical Englishwoman. I've just been in this bloody country for two days and my vocal chords are releasing words in a some what British accent!

"You mean the cute blonde guy with the sexy British countryside accent?" She asked like some sixteen years old experiencing lovesickness.

Uh...ehem?! You were a sixteen year old caught up with lovesickness like five minutes ago. And by five minutes, I mean a fucking year.

The psychotic and annoying voice owned by my subconscious whined out loud in my mind.

"YES. The one that pushed your pregnant self down! And had the audacity to tap me!" I rudely replied her in utter shock at her giddiness to the British fool. "BASTARD! Forget him, what is really pissing me off is how heartless your so-called 'friends' were to you!"

When I tried helping Laura off the floor, I lashed at the crowd who was just standing and staring at the two of us. How stupid could they be to JUST stand there and watch me trying my utmost best to carry a heavily pregnant young British woman?!

It's the ignorance for me!

"You know I'm fat which makes me heavy and ugly so that's why my friends didn't want to carry me. I'm too big." She stupidly defended them as she simultaneously body shamed herself and her baby.

"First of all, you're fucking pregnant you big dummy! How can you not gain some little weight here and there with a freaking baby inside of you?! And another thing! What the actual hell is wrong with being fat? Being fat or thick doesn't make you ugly and make sure you get that through your British head! In fact do you know how AMAZING it is to be fat? I'm not even gonna use the word 'thick'. Because being called fat shouldn't be a damn insult. THIRDLY, do you have any idea how much of a dumb human being you are? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE DEFENDING THEM!"

"What? They're my friends." She pouted with a slump of her shoulder. "And what's wrong with being dumb? Charles says 'The dumber a girl is, the more beautiful she becomes'. So I'm on the right track!" She beamed at me with stupidity written boldly on her vanilla flavored forehead - the opposite of mine.

I laughed out loud, knowing what my mouth was about to release next. "Your darling baby daddy is an bloody bastard whose father should have just ran across the street to get a little ole condom before doing the 'IT' with his mother and who knows?! Maybe he would have been one of the unlucky sperms that didn't make 'heaven'!" I huffed out my rage as I paced around the room. I needed to leave. NOW.