Road Trip With Mr. Annoying (In Editing )

[3] Asinine-acle Idiot

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"Road Trip With Mr. Annoying"

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Hey everybody!

Firstly, I am soooooooooooooo incredibly sorry that it took so long to upload... Blame a small case of writer's block and a HUGE case of annoying sister's for that.

Secondly, it's my birthday on the 15th!!! Whooo I am so excited and guess what, I reached my Wattpad birthday wish almost a week before my birthday!! It was to get 200 fans, now i have 206!! :D :D :D :D :D I love you all like a fat kid loves cheesecake.

Thirdly, the pic of the side is Tony's convertible and I'm sorry if there's any mistakes and i know it's going to be shorter than the last two chappies :|

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Chapter 3 "Asinine-acle Idiot"

         "M-Mandy...I-I can’t b-breathe" the asinine-acle idiot, Antonio Montoya managed to get out between raspy breathes as my tightened further around his neck. I shook his back and fourth like a rag doll, in the middle of the parking lot where plenty of people could see me.

    But it’s perfectly acceptable to be taking out my anger that I was feeling, TOWARDS HIM, out of him.

    His hands gripped my own, trying to claw mine away as his face grew purple with lack of oxygen. His brown eyes pleading with me to let him go. Finally, my anger simmered down to a low boil and I released his neck, letting out a scream of frustration and kicking the ground beside my backpack.

    When I turned back to Tony, I found him hunched over, panting heavily. With a shrug of the shoulder, I bent down, picking up my backpack, and slung it over my shoulder, walking away.

    "Hey!" Tony called from behind me, sounding out of breathe, "Where you going?" Glancing at him over my shoulder, I simply answered: "Home," and continued walking. But of course, being the annoying, immature and incredibly full of himself boy he is, he didn’t stop pestering.

   "What’s so wrong going on a road trip with me?" he asked, catching up to me and grasping my shoulder. He spun me around and gave me a confused look, "Seriously?"

    "You’re coming" I replied bitterly. It was the complete and utter truth too. I’d go on a road trip any day, just not with the idiot who stands in front of me.

    With his signature smirk falling onto his face, he shot back: "I know PLENTY of woman who’d love to just be with me for two seconds"

     I snorted at his arrogance.

     "Here I’ll name you all of them, let’s start with A..." I opened my mouth to stop him but it was too late. He already began talking and once he does and you try to cut him off, he just gets louder and louder.