charmed | kivi (eng)

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Violeta was so glad to be home after her horrible day at school. Things didn't get any worse after lunch as she thought they be after her little confrontation with Chiara. Although, a few random girls were giving her scowls and she could've sworn that one of them hissed at her when she was at the vending machine.

Violeta threw herself on her bed and put her arm over her eyes. Her head was pounding and she was in desperate need of an aspirin. She accepted Juanjo's offer to drive her home because she thought she might kill her brother if he drove her. She was still mad at him about leaving without her and even madder at his pathetic excuse. He claimed that he thought that Violeta had already left with Juanjo.

The only drawback of letting Juanjo drive her was the inevitable talk that she was dreading ever since lunch. At least Juanjo didn't say anything during the drive but now he was in Violeta's kitchen finding something for them to eat.

Letting out a sigh, Violeta rubbed her temples with her fingers. She wished the day would just end and she could fall asleep.

"I've got some pizza rolls and soda," Juanjo announced when he entered her room. He was carrying a plate of hot out the oven pizza rolls and holding two cans of soda in one arm.

Violeta smiled at her gratefully and took the plate from him. They ate in silence for a few minutes before Juanjo finally spoke up.

"So, um, do you want to talk about what happened?" he asked tentatively.

Violeta finished chewing a roll and looked up at her friend. "I may have overreacted a little," she confessed.

"You were a bit harsh, Vio."

"I know!" she exclaimed startling Juanjo. "It's just, God, today just sucked and she just pushed me over the edge. She just won't leave me alone."

Juanjo bit her lip not quite sure how to proceed. "Okay, Vio, I know Chiara is a piece of work but she's harmless."

"Are you defending her?" Violeta asked angrily.

"No! God, Vio. Look, I know she's been making your life a living hell but some of things you said were out of line, and I know you said those things in the heat of the moment but you still said them."

Violeta made a sound that was a cross between a groan and growl. "So what do you want me to do? Say sorry? Chiara still needed to hear some of things I did mean."

"Yeah, I think she heard it loud and clear."
Violeta could feel her head pounding even harder. "Look, I know I was out of line, but I can't just apologize to her."

"Why not?"

"Because," Violeta paused trying to think of what to say without sounding like a bitch. "I don't want to give her hope."

Juanjo gave her a look. "Do you really hate her?"

Violeta looked down. "No. It's just....she just doesn't seem like someone I would see myself with."

"Violeta, you don't even know her."

"I know what I've seen," Violeta said looking back up. "And I don't want to be a part of that."

There a few minutes of silence as both sat there just thinking. "Have you ever liked her?" Juanjo asked.

"Once," Violeta admitted and Juanjo looked shocked.

"When?"

"Towards the end of Freshmen year. Chiara was just starting to flirt with me and I was playing hard to get, you know. I actually thought she liked me."

"What happened?"

Violeta scoffed. "I found out about her reputation. I knew then that I was just another trophy to her."