The player // a.i/l.h

Who wants skittles?

I cannot believe what my eyes were appreciating right now. This was a fūcking joke, right? There was no pizzas left in the cafeteria. I would rather someone ripping my eyes off my skull, I thought, while the other persons in line where staring at my face, probably my fault because i could see my dramatic expression for the lack of my favorite food.

I walked by the hamburgers, my second best option, grabbing one and grabbing a bottle of water too, paying to the guy in the cantine fast enough so in five seconds I could be already giving my kind smile of yeah there is your money now let me eat feeling how my stomach was screaming for the flavor of greasy-high-school-food. The best type of food. It was disgusting, yet oddly satisfying.

-Luna! Come! -I heard both of my best friends scream my name and I saw them, I waved way too enthusiastic, knowing that it will annoy them and I got what I wanted when I saw Laura rolling her eyes. Challenge completed. I walked down the gym, we were all awkwardly sitting on the floor. I didn't knew why we didn't have those bomb-āss tables and chairs like in high school musical, when I came to this country I thought I could have that feeling that everyone would start singing 'Stick To The Status Quo' from nowhere. But the only thing I heard was girls talking trash about each other, wolf-whistles of idiots staring at my āss and everyone's inner voice screaming 'can I go home already?'

I sat down besides Laura, not only the most incredible girl in the whole school, but in my life. She was my best friend. The sweetest girl on earth.

-Hello slūtty āss hōe, enjoying the first day of your last year in hell? How many dīcks have you sucked?- I may have exaggerated the fact that she was sweet. I smiled sarcastic, opening my water bottle and taking a quick zip of it.

-Not as much as you, which makes me sad, you always win.-I pouted and she rolled her eyes, eating from the bag of skittles that she had in her hand.

-Can we stop talking about dīcks? I need to find another boy so we can be equal and talk about vāginas too. Dīcks it's not the only thing that matters.-John said with fake frustration in his voice, pretending that the topic actually annoyed him, when we know that he didn't actually gave a fūck. Once we listened to him describing word for word his first time with this slūt. I think we were pretty even.

-That's actually good, because well I invited four new boys who came from I don't know where a couple weeks ago because I felt bad for them so haha you are going to have new friends Connor!! Who wants skittles?- she touched her blonde hair, offering the bag of candy to us, while we were just sighing, tired of her cheap excuse of 'I felt bad for them' translating to 'they are hot as fūck and have an accent' to us. We didn't buy her bullshīt.

-¡Coño de la madre! You do this shīt all the time. I don't care how hot they are, you are going now and telling them that we are sorry but we are not sitting at lunch with th...-I stopped once four angel looking boys stopped in front of us and I analyzed them. All of them really tall. One of them with a piercing that called my attention, with beautiful blue eyes that had that look of 'I may be innocent but I can fūck you whenever I want'. The second one got dyed hair, red color. I liked it, it was spontaneous. He looked like a fūcking baby and I just wanted to kiss his adorable face. The third one with a more tanned skin than the others, similar as my natural skin color, with a fringe covering his forehead and a friendly smile, something inside of me told me that we were going to be really good friends in a future. And the last one, was the one who I focused the most. His muscles were bigger than my existence, his blonde curls being supported by a bandana in his forehead and that smile that had 'I'm a player' all over it. And my Latina sixth sense turned an alarm in my brain, saying 'do not fall for him you slūt'.

-Hello, my name is Ashton.-The moment that I heard the sound of that deep voice, my Latina sixth sense turned off the alarm and just screamed 'fūck it'. Shīt. This was going to be bad.

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Coño de la madre: fūcking hell! (It's the actual meaning but it's basically what we mean by saying it)

Hola mis amigos. I'm Barbara and I'm trying to do something with my life and write something legit and upload it in here, which I've always wanted to do but never got the chance. If you like please give it a like i would give you a bj if you do (jk not really but I could give you a mental hug I guess ??) I hope you all like the first chapter and please please please if you do tell your friends (don't tell ur mother kiss one another die for each other we are cool for the summer)

Barbz out bitchez xoxo