Babe.

15.

Blanca. 

If I'd hated Benny before I certainly did now, because ever since Ella's birthday when he'd cracked me open and for some reason I couldn't shove it back inside. So now I was up in my room bawling my eyes out because once again I was beyond stressed. 

There was a knock on my bedroom door and I heard Ella's voice as she said, "Blanca, Benny's here for your chem project."

Fuck. "Tell him I'll be down in a second." I called back furiously wiping away my tears. God one party and I was turned into a pathetic fucking cry baby. "Breathe." I hissed at myself, "fucking breathe Blanca. Pull yourself together."

I ran into my bathroom to grab some make up to cover up how blotchy I had gotten. Luckily I had darker skin so it took longer for me to get red in the face but my eyes were blooshot. 

I inspected myself in the mirror, my hair was still curled from yesterday. I was wearing my white blouse and a red and blue plaid skirt and navy ballerina shoes. I grabbed a navy cardigan and a headband that matched my skirt before checking to make sure my eyes weren't too red. Perfect. 

I grabbed my things and walked downstairs to meet him, he squited his eyes at me, "are you okay?" 

"No, you're here. That tends to ruin my fucking day. Let's get one with it." I snapped not at all in the mood for his see through me bullshit. I wished he'd just leave it alone and go back to being the world's biggest dick instead. 

"Are you su-." he started again. 

"Less talking, more working." I bit out agressively pulling out my chair. 

He snorted, "who pissed in your cereal?" 

I rolled my eyes, "no one pissed in my cereal, this is just my reaction to being in your presence. It agitates the fuck out of me." 

He raised his eyebrows, "Dios mio, you're bitchier than usual today." 

True. But I was done with him and I was mad at him and more importantly I was mad at myself to opening up to someone I hated so much. "You bring it out of me." I muttered digging my pencil into the paper as I started scribbling my notes. 

"So you're really not going to tell me why you're acting like satan's fucking apprentice today?" Benny asked me. 

"Just because I got black out drunk once and very very mistakenly told you about my problems doesn't mean that I will ever do it again." I shot at him, "so leave me alone!"

He made a face at me, "take it easy bratty, I was trying to be nice." 

I scowled, "well stop. It's not becoming it's annoying." 

Benny. 

She was on a warpath today.

I mean Jeus Christ I hadn't seen her so furious with me in a long time, and I hadn't even said anything shitty to her yet. And it was pissing me off that she was biting my head off every time I so much as breathed. 

I mimicked her pissy expression, "it's not my fault you have two fucking personalities Blanca, you made that decision for yourself." 

"Would you just drop it?" She demanded jamming her pencil into the page. 

"No one would care if you stopped being so uppity you know, so why do you?" I asked her testing to see  how far I could push her.

And just like that I'd accidentally shattered her facade because she burst into tears. I'd seen her walk down looking like the image of perfection itself that perfet little uniform that was a little too small for her and the head band and the cardigan and the signiture ballerina shoes and I'd just torn it to shreds. 

The guilt hit me unexpectedly when I saw the tears run down her face, "fuck... Blanca I'm so-." 

"PISS OFF YOU ASSHOLE!" She screamed at me as she shoved out of her chair and stormed to the nearest bathroon. 

I pulled my hand across my face trying to resist the urge to slam my head against the table for being so unbelievably horrible to her. I really didn't know why I did it, it was just force of habit now and it was a horrible habit. 

Cursing myself out I got up and followed her to where she'd run off in her fucking mansion. I found the bathroom pretty quickly but I wasn't prepared to hear her actually crying behind the door. 

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it." i told her through the door panicking. I'd never made a girl cty before, and the fact that it was this girl. The girl who usually came back at me guns ablazing was worse, it made me nervous as fuck. 

"Yes you did." I heard her snap tearfully. 

"No  didn't, I was just doing it to piss you off." I told her earnestly.

"But why?" I heard her ask from behind the door, "why do you always do that? I asked you so many times to just leave it alone." 

Because I had the insesscant need to always have the last word which usually ended with me reducing people to tears. "Because I'm an idiot." Was all I could muster. 

"That's for sure." She hissed pulling the door open. "But it's also a shit answer." 

"We can go back and work on our-." 

"No." Blanca responded surprising me, "please just go home. I am so sick of you right now that I'd even rsik my grade to get you out of my house." 

I nodded stunned into silence. "See you later." 

"Hopefully not." I heard her mutter as we walked back to get our things. 

When I closed her front door behind me I stood in her front yard for a good ten minutes like an idiot. Because what had just happened? I knew I'd been extraordinarily shitty to her today but in all honestly I hadn't been expecting that reaction. I guess everyone had their limits though and Blanca had very obviously reached hers.