Can I Be Your Girl

12

"Anything that can go wrong will eventually go wrong."

This phenomenal observation also known as Murphy's law had never made more sense to me until now that I have a personal experience I could finally reflect it with. Obviously, Mario was the big fat mistake that should never have happened and what curses came afterwards were his bag and baggage straight from his flat in hell.

Reinforcing the fact that he was a prickly assmuncher , who seemingly made it his life mission to annoy the fuck out of me, with the knowledge that he liked Yvanna was more than enough to not trust him at all. I mean, the mentioned girl was literally his bully then. And then now I found out he had the hots for her? If that didn't clearly say anything about his questionable character judgment in the slightest bit, I didn't know what else would?

Says the guy who likes the same girl. A nagging voice perks up in my brain, trying to paint me a hypocritical ass wipe who was more obnoxious than any number of irritating bodyguards that came by the name Mario added up together.

I scoffed loudly but then quickly cleared my throat, remembering that I was walking along the hallway with Yvanna beside me.

Tentatively peering down to my left where she walked in the same slow pace as me, I observed her. She had been quiet all this time and the look on her face was void of any emotion save probably boredom. Nothing surprising.

This was probably why I liked to rattle her off; I craved to see another expression aside from her indifferent and reserved masks, conjure from her face. Yvanna was a beautiful girl no doubt, but the lack of life in her face hid the entirety of it and instead displayed a mere shell of what surely was a knock-out beauty.

At first, the secrecy of her unreadable visage, coupled with the look of slyness and arrogance drew me to her like metal to magnet or a mad dog in heat to a bitch.....err...not really because Yvanna was no regular bitch from the corner, she was the magnitude 9.8 earthquake you can't possibly forget and cluster with the other earthly tremors.

But hype was a fad and once you get to taste a new flavor more to your liking, you begin to seek that out. And I guess that was what happened with me to her. I liked chasing and yet never really reaching anything because she had a gigantic wall built in between us. But now I wanted the real deal. To see how she is when she's truly happy, maybe see her shouting when she's mad and frustrated, blush when she's flattered or embarrassed. Be more human than I had ever seen.

This girl was physically present but mentally and emotionally light-years away it's frustrating.

Too deep in her thinking, Yvanna didn't notice how the space between us exponentially depreciated. I smirked and reached up and tugged her tied hair.

A growl commenced behind us and my smirk grew. Mario can choke for all I care but he can't tell me what to do when it crosses the boundary of his responsibility. Hah! I danced mentally. I had power over him all this time after all. And knowing that he was aware of this all the while made it even better.

"You have something on your face."

I almost jumped when Yvanna spoke.

"Wha-what?"

Just when I felt proud of myself did my cowardice rise up and took its throne inside my throat once again. Mario obviously heard how I stuttered my poor ass out and chuckled to himself.

Something's on my face?

Yvanna was still looking ahead with that disinterested face. Then suddenly, a slight smirk appeared as she glanced at me through her peripheral vision.