Annoying the Stubborn

t h i r t y t w o

Y/N had never seen an angry Latina, and she wasn't expecting that it would be pleasant. Without much surprise, she was right. She watched as Camila muttered incoherent words, fuming as she sprayed a huge SNITCH on the wall of Blake's room, the letters painted in lustrous red. It wasn't too hard to get inside their house when no one was around. Despite having three sisters, all of them were nowhere to be found—chances are they're in school or they're not living with him anymore. They knew he had siblings because of Cash's effort of searching him up.

Camila tugged the black bandanna covering her nose, an evil smirk curling on the corners of her lips as the word stared back at her. "Too bad you messed with the wrong people, Blake."

Cash whistled at the sight of the gratifying mural, crossing his arms against his chest as he stood beside Y/N. "I don't feel any remorse at all. I thought you liked him?"

Camila shrugged, tossing the spray can in the bag on the floor along with the things Y/N brought. "I did but I knew something was off with him. Not exactly someone who can keep up with me but I was starting to warm up on him, you know?"

"Sorry to hear that."

"Don't be," Camila told him, bending down to gather eggs from Y/N's duffle bag before handing it to the two. "The only time you should be sorry is when you don't crack these eggs on his bed."

Y/N grinned at Camila's perseverance and took the eggs gladly in her hand. "I'm starting to like you."

Camila scoffed, walking back to the bag to gather the bottle of mayonnaise. "Should've gone after me instead of Lauren. At least you'd be able to introduce me to your parents without any trouble."

Y/N's jaw tightened, pretending not to be offended with her words, knowing that she was only kidding. "Don't worry. If Jauregui and I didn't work out, I'll give you a call."

Camila only shook her head as she squeezed the bottle on Blake's window, laughing when it covered the entire glass as if it was pigeon's shit, the way she exactly wanted it to look. She threw the bottle and grabbed the spray paint again, pulling the bandanna on and painting on his floor.

"NOT YOUR STORY TO TELL"

Cash and Y/N just finished cracking the second dozen of eggs when they saw Camila approaching Blake's valuable artworks sitting on the left corner of the room, an iniquitous idea evidently forming in her mind.

"Oh, no, we're not going to touch that," Cash said, pulling Camila back by her arms. "We agreed to trash his room and that's not included."

The Cuban rolled her eyes, clearly having a concrete plan on what she will do. "Of course it's included. It's right here—in his room."

"Yeah, but destroying them is too much," Cash tried to argue, not letting go of Camila.

"Blake loves art and shit," Camila said in a matter of fact, pulling away from Cash. "Ruining his masterpiece would be the perfect revenge."

Cash snuck Y/N an agitated look, silently asking her for help to make the Cuban stop.

"Our main target for today is Rick, not him," Y/N quickly butt in. "He's a victim too. If you're that mad, let's hurry up and head over to Rick's place so you can take out your anger."

Camila stared at Y/N for a moment as she considered her opinion before huffing in defeat. "Fine. I'll just draw a heart on his computer so he'd know that I did this."

Y/N threw her a confused gaze. "Why leave an evidence?"

"Just so he knows we're over," Camila answered nonchalantly, shaking the spray can up and down before doing what she meant to do on Blake's monitor. "And for the final touch."